Knock, Knock

[Chorus] Knock knock who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras And I kick ass 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 Your not with your crew What you gunna do Knock knock who's there? Big Big who? Gun Point me to the sun Watch your fassy run I'm dizzee ras nightmare from the big E A S T I'm exactly what your parent don't 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, I'm formerly from the underground And its clear, for a year, I've been turing up the heat Made you get up and out of your seat Shake your fists and shuffle your feet And now I'm here Lets make another thing clear [Overlaps here on previous line] They didn't bun me up enough I'm 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 I'm back Five stab wounds Couple scratches, bruises and some pains Four half-hearted fassies Four poor is no brains Did it Two weeks before my album came out helped me sell double But lets not dwell on that, its the least of your troubles [Chorus] Eh yo considering The part I play, you wouldn't expect for me me to say I prefer the day to nights where I gotta turn up and play I rip-off, dusty, sweaty, clotter raised And the audience, all screw faced, and promoters don't want to pay And half of the boys in the croud want to blast me And half of the girls want to show how little they care about standing right there at the front, tryin t? look right past me It gets depressing thinking bout it even more Knowing 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 here to get paid look You search me up rough like I'm any common crook My names on the flyer man, forget the guest book Abusing your athority you look like a fool You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own tool I ain't wearin certain shoes so you don't think I look right (what?) that's cushdy mate, I'm gettin paid more than you tonight [Chorus]