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Pack it up pack it in let me begin
I came to win by me thats a sin
Punks with your back up punk you better slack up
Try to play your role your the home crew with your whack up
Get up, stand up, come on put your hands up
And if you get the feeling , jump across the ceiling
Knee's with the funk flow, man you try to jump yo
Bust 'em in the eye then i take the punks on
Feel it, funk it, amps in a trunk
And i got more ryhme's than the cops at a duncun donut shop
Soon up i get popped, from the kids in Korn put some love in my pops
Gimme get down, gimme get down, so get your ass up and jump around-come on
Jump around, Jump Around-get up, Jump around-come on, jump up jump up and get down
Jump [ 16 x's]
Lost On your ass like John McEnroe if your bitch steps up
Word to your moms, care to drop bombs
Got more ryhme's than the bibles got songs
Just like the radical son i return
Anyone step into me you'll get burned
Fuck your lyrics, cuz you aint got none
And if wanna bat well you betta bring a shotgun
But if you do your a fool, cuz i dual to the death
Try to step into me you take your last breath
I got the skill, man i got your feel
Cuz when i shoot to give i shoot to kill
Gimme get down, a gimme get down
So get your ass up and Jump Around-come on
Jump Around, Jump Aournd-everybody, Jump Around-it's your last
chance, Jump up Jump up and get down
Jump!!! [ 15 times ]
Everybody Jump!
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