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Jump Around
House Of Pain
Pack it up, pack it in,
Let me begin,
I came to win,
Battle me that's a sin
I won't tear my sack up,
Try and play the role and
Punk you'd better back up
Yo the whole crew will act up.
Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up,
If you got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling,
Muggs let's the funk flow
Someone's talking junk
Yo I'll bust'em in the eye
And then i'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk
And i got more rhymes than there's cops in the Dunkin
Doughnut shops
Show'em the fuck up props form the kids on the hill
Plus my mom and my pops.
I came to get downSo get out your seats and jump around
Jump around Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump (16x)
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the whore
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms
Word to your mom's i came to drop bombs
And just like the Prodigal Son i've returned
Cause i got the lyrics and you ain't got none
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
If you come to battle bring a shotgun
Try and step to me, you take your last breath
But if you do you're a fool, cause duel to the death
Cause i got's the skill, come get your fill
Cause when i shoot to get i shoot to kill
I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Like Arnold Schwarzenneger
Or better yet a terminator
But i ain't goin' out like no punk bitch
It up up and around, then buck, buck you down
Tryin' to play me out like if my name was SEGA
Get used to one style and you know that i might switch
Put up your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of The Dead.
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya
I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
Jump (32xChorus:
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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