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    Limp Bizkit Jump Around текст песни

    Jump Around

    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
    Sure ’nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
    Plus my mom and my pops

    Chorus

    I came to get down (2x)
    So get out your seats and jump around
    Jump around (3x)
    Jump up Jump up and get down.
    Jump (18x)
    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
    I gots the skill, come get your fill
    Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

    Chorus



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