Dizzee Rascal - Knock, Knock Lyrics

Send "Knock, Knock" ringtone to your cell

[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 u 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

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 it's the least of your troubles

Lyrics provided by http://www.kovideo.net/

Source - http://www.kovideo.net/knock-knock-lyrics-dizzee-rascal-296717.html

[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 wanna blast me

And half of the girls wanna 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 im 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 aint 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]

Send "Knock, Knock" ringtone to your cell