(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!