Jump Around

　　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 the sack up

　　Punk you'd 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 you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling

　　Muggs is a funk fest, 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 it are junking

　　And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking

　　Donuts shop

　　House Of Pain

　　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

　　I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe

　　If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho

　　Word to your moms I came to drop bombs

　　I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms

　　And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned

　　Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned

　　Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none

　　So if you come to battle bring a shotgun

　　But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death

　　Try and step to me you'll take your last breath

　　Cause when I shoot ta give, 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

　　Or better yet a terminator

　　Like Arnold Schwarzenegger

　　Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega

　　But I ain't 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

　　I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya

　　Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya

　　Jump

　　Yo, this is dedicated

　　To Joe, da flava, Dakota