Ratatat - Knock Knock, Who Cares? (Live) lyrics

[Verse 1: Despot] I'm going ham, I'm going cheese, I'm going bread I'm going sandwich, hold that famine, b**h I'm fed I'm gon' suggest that you eat something else instead I won't be easy to digest, I'm going so over your head Take cover, the mother of all mothers Of mothers of all mothers is coming and don't love ya Run for it, burn rubber, the one hundred hit wonder That comes with its own thunder that rumbles and oh brother The block snuggles under the covers and starts snoring The streets ain't watching no more, you're all boring If Queens say run it, don't jog, walk, or crawl it You're breaking bread that's already broken I can't call it Fake, the funk is fed up with frontin', should back off it Shake a leg or vultures take off with your Air Jordans I take your head right off of your shoulders it's fair warning Got the game sealed like a walrus in a thesaurus [Hook: Despot] Look through your peephole: A five and a zero A five and a zero Surprise, that's a RICO Who's at the door? The long arm of the law The long arm of the law The long arm of the law [Verse 2: Despot] Rap or trap or die: the few things that I could do in life Went through the first two and left the third one for you tonight Out past your curfew, get black-and-blues in your googly eyes This ain't your turf, your last words is 'bout to be "Who these guys?" Cue the lights, and now you's can't leave Bronx Tale-wagging, but I'm so damn Queens Sissies swinging at me like I'm on a trapeze I'm trigger happy don't throw handsies with pansies Time's on my side, but time is a sh**ty co-d Time'll tell on me homie, that stashbox of trojan ponies Do-si-do past the police with pockets packed up with posies Running more rings around all you phonies than I do rosies [Hook: Despot] [Verse 3: Despot] One for the money, two for flinchin', three for snitchin' One more in case I missed it, mind your f**ing business Or climb some inches up on everybody's hitlist Cause where I'm from them flapping gums get shut with stitches Straight out some bullsh**-a** place you don't care about My welcome never fit me well enough to wear it out Wrapped up in something that I hunted down and skinned and scalped Slightly foaming at the mouth, let me in your f**ing house Who cares? I got them lions and tiger and, ooh, bears Oh my, I'm lighting some fires and you scared They ain't the brightest but might get a few stares [Outro: Despot] Who cares? Knock knock Who cares? Knock knock Who cares? Knock knock Who cares? Knock knock Who cares?