Jump Around

(Note: Fred slightly changed the lyrics when he performed this in

Concert at Family Values 98)

How many of you people remember the House Of Pain?

I wanna bring out, my man Poe, from Style Elevish

And my man Easy Rock, from the Rock Steady Crew

You like break-dancing baby?

Are you ready?

Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin

I came to win, battle me, that's a sin

I won't ever slack up, punks you better back up

Try to play the role, and the whole crew will act up

Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up

And if you get the feeling, jump across the ceiling

Least with the funk flow, man you talkin' junk yo

Bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks home

Feelin, fuckin', man's it's in the junk

And I got more ryhmes than the cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop

Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in KoRn plus my mom and my pops

Came to get down, came to get down, so get your ass up and jump around

C'mon, jump around

Jump around, get up!

Jump around, c'mon!

Jump up, jump up, and get down!

Jump (repeated 16 times)!

I'll slam your ass like John Mckenroe

If your bitch steps up.... (I'm smackin' the ho)

Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs

Got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms

Just like the Radical Son I've returned

If anyone's steppin' to me you get burned

Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none

And if you wanna battle bring a... (shotgun)

Well if you do you're a fool, cause I'll put fools to death

Try to step to me, you take your last breath

I got the skill, man I got your fill

Cause when I shoot, man, I shoot to kill

Came to get down, I came to get down

So get your ass up and jump around

C'mon. Jump around!

Jump around everybody!

Jump around, it's your last chance!

Jump up, jump up to get down!

Jump (repeated 16 times)!

Everybody jump!

We'll see ya next year baby!