Knock, Knock

Lyrics for Knock, Knock

Knock, knock who's there? (Dizzee) Dizzee who? (Ras) And I kick ass, kill a MC fast Knock, knock who's there? (Bad) Bad who? (Boy) I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock who's there? (Jack) Jack who? (You) You're not with your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock who's there? (Big) Big who? (Gun) Point me to the sun, watch your fassy run I'm Dizzee Ras, nightmare from the big E-A-S-T I'm exactly what your parent don't want to see on your TV I nicely, precisely intimidate anyone that I choose Refuse to lose, express unlimited controversial views Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat And, or familiar with my sound, I'm formerly from the underground And it's clear, for a year, I've been turing up the heat Made you get up and out of your seat Shake your fists and shuffle your feet And now I'm here, let's make another thing clear They didn't burn me up enough, I'm still here So what was the purpose of your little charade? Your little charade was whack Just about hurt me, you should of merc'd me I was on a rampage, now I'm back Five stab wounds, couple scratches, bruises and some pains Four half hearted fassies, four poor is no brains Did it two weeks before my album, helped me sell double But let's not dwell on that, it's the least of your troubles Knock, knock who's there? (Dizzee) Dizzee who? (Ras) And I kick ass, kill a MC fast Knock, knock who's there? (Bad) Bad who? (Boy) I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock who's there? (Jack) Jack who? (You) You're not with your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock who's there? (Big) Big who? (Gun) Point me to the sun, watch your fassy run Ay yo, considering The part I play, the position I'm in You wouldn't expect for me to say I prefer the day to nights, where I gotta turn up and play ya Rip off, dusty, sweaty, clotter raised Where the audience, all screw faced, and promoters don't want to pay And half of the boys in the crowd wanna blast me And half of the girls wanna show how little they care By standing right there at the front, tryin' to look right past me It gets depressing thinking 'bout it even more Knowing that I'm gonna face the usual hassle at the door Because as well as lippy hags, I hate cocky bouncers I ain't here to rave, I'm here to get paid, look You search me up rough, like I'm any common crook My names on the flyer man, forget the guestbook Abusing your authority, you look like a fool You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own tool I ain't wearin' certain shoes, so you don't think I look right That's cushdy mate, I'm gettin' paid more than you tonight Knock, knock who's there? (Dizzee) Dizzee who? (Ras) And I kick ass, kill a MC fast Knock, knock who's there? (Bad) Bad who? (Boy) I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock who's there? (Jack) Jack who? (You) You're not with your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock who's there? (Big) Big who? (Gun) Point me to the sun, watch your fassy run