jump ahah

Jump around, jump around

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe, if your girl steps up I'm smacking her hard

Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more rhymes than the Bible's customs

And just like your father did son, I've returned, anyone stepping on me you'll get burned

Cause I got terror, but you ain't got none, if you come to battle with a shotgun