Dizzee Rascal - Knock, Knock Lyrics
chorus:Knock knock who's there?DizzeeDizzee who?Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer mc forceknock knock who's there?BadBad who?Boy, i'm here to annoy, take away your joyKnock knock who's there?jakjak who?youyou're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do?Knock knock who's there?BigBig who?Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy runYo, i'm dizzee ras nightmare from the big e a s ti'm exactly what your parents don't wanna see on your tvi'm nasty precisely intimidate anyone that i chooserefuse to lose express unlimited controversial viewsyour average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beatand/or familiar with my sound i'm formerly from the undergroundand its clear, for a yeari've been turnin up the heat made you get up an outta your seatshake your fists and shuffle your feetlets make another thing clearthey didnt burn me up enough i'm still hereso what was the purpose of your little charade?your little charade was whackjust about hurt me you shoulda marked me up on a rampage now i'm back5 stab wounds couple scratchin bruisin and some (chains?)4 half-hearted fassies 4 borers no brainsdid it, two weeks before my album helped me sell doublebut lets not dwell on that its the least of your trouble(chorus)Hey y'all considerin, the part i play, the position i'm inyou wouldn't be expectin me to sayi prefer the day to nights when i gotta turn up and play-uprip-off dusty sweaty cluttered raveswhere the audience all screw-face and the promoters don't wanna payand half o'the boys in the crowd wanna blast meand half o'the girls wanna show how little they care bout standin right thereat the front tryina look right past meit gets depressin thinkin bout it even moreknowin that i'm gonna face the usual hassle at the doorbecause as well as lippy hacks i hate *****y bouncersi ain't ere to rave i'm ere to get paid, lookyou search me up rough like i'm any common crookmy name's on the flyer man forget the guest bookabusin your authority you look like a foolyou faulty standard underdog you know you're old skooli ain't wearin a shirt and shoes so you don't think i look rightbut its cush-ty mate i'm gettin paid more than you tonight(chorus)
