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Dizzee Rascal
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'Knock, Knock'
Lyricist:Dylan Mills
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 You're 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 it's 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, let's make another thing clear 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 let's not dwell on that, it's the least of your troubles
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Knock, knock who's there? Jack Jack who? You You're 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
Eh, yo considering The part I play, the position I'm in You wouldn't 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 don't 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 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 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 don't think I look right That's cushdy mate, I'm gettin' paid more than you tonight
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 You're 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
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