Knock, Knock

Lyrics

Knock, knock, who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, and I kick arse, 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 Yo, I'm Dizzee Ras, nightmare from the big e-a-s-t I'm exactly what your parents don't wanna 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 turnin' up the heat Made you get up an' outta your seat Shake your fists and shuffle your feet 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 shoulda merked me, I'm on a rampage, now I'm back 5 stab wounds, couple scratchin', bruisin' and some pains 4 half-hearted fassies, 4 borers, 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 trouble Knock, knock, who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, and I kick arse, 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 Hey y'all considerin', the part I play, the position i'm in You wouldn't be expectin' me to say I prefer the day to nights where I gotta turn up and play-up Rip-off dusty sweaty cluttered raves Where the audience all screw-face and the promoters don't wanna pay And half o'the boys in the crowd wanna blast me And half o'the girls wanna show how little they care 'bout standin right there At the front tryin' a look right past me It gets depressin', thinkin' bout it even more Knowin' 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 ere to get paid, look You search me up rough like I'm any common crook My name's on the flyer man, forget the guest book Abusin' your authority, you look like a fool You faulty standard underdog, you know you're old skool I ain't wearin' a shirt and shoes, so you don't think I look right But its cushty mate, I'm gettin paid more than you tonight Knock, knock, who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, and I kick arse, 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