Dizzee Rascal - Knock, Knock lyrics

Knock, knock whos there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras And I kick a**, k** a MC fast Knock, knock whos there? Bad Bad who? Boy Im here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock whos there? Jack Jack who? You You're not with your crew, what you gunna do Knock, knock whos there? Big Big who? Gun Point me to the sun, watch your fa**y run Im Dizzee Ras nightmare from the big E A S T Im exactly what your parent dont want to see on your TV I nicely, precisely intimadate anyone that I choose Refuse to to lose, express unlimited contriversial views Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat And, or familiar with my sound, Im formerly from the underground And it's clear, for a year, Ive been turing up the heat Made you get up and out of your seat Shake your fists and shuffle your feet And now Im here, let's make another thing clear They didnt bun me up enough Im still here So what was the perpose of your little charade Your little charade was whack Just about hurt me, you should of merked me I was on a rampage now Im back Five stab wounds, couple scratches, bruises and some pains Four half-hearted fa**ies, four poor is no brains Did it two weeks before my album came out helped me sell double But let's not dwell on that, it's the least of your troubles Knock, knock whos there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras And I kick a**, k** a MC fast Knock, knock whos there? Bad Bad who? Boy Im here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock whos there? Jack Jack who? You You're not with your crew, what you gunna do Knock, knock whos there? Big Big who? Gun Point me to the sun, watch your fa**y run Eh, yo considering The part I play, the position I'm in You wouldnt expect for me 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 dont want to pay And half of the boys in the croud 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 Im gonna face the usual ha**le at the door Because as well as lippy hags, I hate co*ky bouncers I aint here to rave Im here to get paid, look You search me up rough like im any common crook My names on the flyer man, forget the guest book 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 dont think I look right That's cushdy mate, Im gettin' paid more than you tonight Knock, knock whos there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras And I kick a**, k** a MC fast Knock, knock whos there? Bad Bad who? Boy Im here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock whos there? Jack Jack who? You You're not with your crew, what you gunna do Knock, knock whos there? Big Big who? Gun Point me to the sun, watch your fa**y run