Knock， Knock
Knock, Knock - Dizzee Rascal
Written by：Dylan Mills
Knock knock who's there
Dizzee
Dizzee who
Ras Anarchic arse killer MC force
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 wiv 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'm nasty 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
Andor 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 meh
You shoulda marked me up on a rampage now I'm back
5 stab wounds couple scratchin' bruisin' and some chains
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 Anarchic arse killer MC force
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 wiv 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 when
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 hacks
I hate cocky bouncers
I ain't ere to rave I'm ere to get paid look
You search me up rough like
I'm any common crook
Y 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 it's cushty mate
I'm gettin' paid more than you tonight
Knock knock who's there
Dizzee
Dizzee who
Ras Anarchic arse killer MC force
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 wiv your crew what you gonna do
Knock knock who's there
Big
Big who
Gun point me to the sun watch your fassy run