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! {x16}

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 then 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! {x16}

Everybody jump!
We´ll see ya next year baby!