Icp – Jump Around Lyrics

Get 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, throw your hands up

If you’ve got the feelin’ jump across the ceilin’

Muggs is a funk fest, someone’s talkin’ junk

Yo, I’ll bust ’em in the eye and then I’ll take the punks home

Feel it, funk it, amps it are junkin’

And I got more rhymes than there’s cops that are dunkin’

Donuts shop, sure ’nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill

Plus my mom and my pops

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around, jump up and get down

Jump around, jump around

Jump up and get down

Jump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump

I’ll serve your ass like John McEnroe

If your girl steps up, I’m smackin’ the hoe

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 steppin’ 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

I gots the skill, come get your fill

‘Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around, jump up and get down

Jump around, jump around

Jump up and get down

Jump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump

Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around

I’m no clown, I get down

To the funk, listen to the wig out

And step to the rear, dear, ’cause I’m here

The P to the E to the T E rockin’

The runs in your stockin’

So hon, put the lock in

Chillin’ with the House Of Pain

Blood stains the ground, huh, I jump around

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 comin’ to get ya, comin’ to get ya

Spittin’ out lyrics homie I’ll wet ya

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around, jump up and get down

Jump around, jump around

Jump up and get down

Jump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump