- House of Pain Jump Around 歌詞
- House of Pain
- Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin I came to win Battle me thats a sin I wont tear the sack up Punk youd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If youve got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someones talking junk Yo, Ill bust em in the eye And then Ill take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than theres cops that are dunking Donuts shop Sure nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around Jump up Jump up and get down Jump Ill serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your steps up, Im smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bibles got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son Ive returned Anyone stepping to me youll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you aint got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do youre a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me youll take your last breath I gots the skill , come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around Im no clown, I get down To the funk, listen to the wig out And step to the rear, dear, cause Im here The P to the E to the T E rockin Theruns in your stockin So hon, put the lock in Chillin with the House Of Pain Blood stains the ground Huh, I jump around Im the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Tryn to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I aint going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead Im coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie Ill wet ya
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