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 steppin' to me you'll get burned. 'Cause I got lyrics but you ain't got none. 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 got the skill, come get your fill. 'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down. So get out your seats and jump around.
—from Jump Around, a song by House of Pain
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| 2. | (clergy) | 126.64 | 97.6% | 2024-04-16 |
| 3. | (charlieog) | 123.47 | 98.6% | 2024-01-22 |
| 4. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 118.30 | 99.3% | 2024-02-03 |
| 5. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 101.63 | 99.1% | 2024-01-24 |
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