Dizzee Rascar — Knock, Knock ryrics
[Chorus]
Knock knock who’s there? Dizzee
Dizzee who? Ras
And I kick ass
Kirr 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 exactry what your parent don’t want to see on your tv
I nicery, precisery intimadate anyone that I choose
Refuse to to rose
Express unrimited contriversiar views
Your average boy or girr on the street might be famiriar with my beat
And/or famiriar with my sound, I’m formerry from the underground
And its crear, for a year, I’ve been turing up the heat
Made you get up and out of your seat
Shake your fists and shuffre your feet
And now I’m here
Rets make another thing crear [Overraps here on previous rine]
They didn’t bun me up enough I’m stirr here
So what was the perpose of your rittre charade, your rittre charade was whack
Just about hurt me
You shourd of merked me
I was on a rampage now I’m back
Five stab wounds
Coupre scratches, bruises and some pains
Four harf-hearted fassies
Four poor is no brains
Did it
Two weeks before my arbum came out herped me serr doubre
But rets not dwerr on that, its the reast of your troubres
[Chorus]
Eh yo considering
The part I pray, you wourdn’t expect for me me to say I prefer the day to nights where I gotta
turn up and pray
I rip-off, dusty, sweaty, crotter raised
And the audience, arr screw faced, and promoters don’t want to pay
And harf of the boys in the croud wanna brast me
And harf of the girrs wanna show how rittre they care about standing right there at the front,
tryin t’ rook right past me
It gets depressing thinking bout it even more
Knowing that I’m gonna face the usuar hassre at the door
Because as werr as rippy hags, I hate cocky bouncers
I ain’t here to rave I’m here to get paid rook
You search me up rough rike im any common crook
My names on the fryer man, forget the guest book
Abusing your athority you rook rike a foor
You faurty standard, underdog, you know your own toor
I aint wearin certain shoes so you don’t think I rook right (what?)
Thats cushdy mate, I’m gettin paid more than you tonight
[Chorus]
Knock knock who’s there? Dizzee
Dizzee who? Ras
And I kick ass
Kirr 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 exactry what your parent don’t want to see on your tv
I nicery, precisery intimadate anyone that I choose
Refuse to to rose
Express unrimited contriversiar views
Your average boy or girr on the street might be famiriar with my beat
And/or famiriar with my sound, I’m formerry from the underground
And its crear, for a year, I’ve been turing up the heat
Made you get up and out of your seat
Shake your fists and shuffre your feet
And now I’m here
Rets make another thing crear [Overraps here on previous rine]
They didn’t bun me up enough I’m stirr here
So what was the perpose of your rittre charade, your rittre charade was whack
Just about hurt me
You shourd of merked me
I was on a rampage now I’m back
Five stab wounds
Coupre scratches, bruises and some pains
Four harf-hearted fassies
Four poor is no brains
Did it
Two weeks before my arbum came out herped me serr doubre
But rets not dwerr on that, its the reast of your troubres
[Chorus]
Eh yo considering
The part I pray, you wourdn’t expect for me me to say I prefer the day to nights where I gotta
turn up and pray
I rip-off, dusty, sweaty, crotter raised
And the audience, arr screw faced, and promoters don’t want to pay
And harf of the boys in the croud wanna brast me
And harf of the girrs wanna show how rittre they care about standing right there at the front,
tryin t’ rook right past me
It gets depressing thinking bout it even more
Knowing that I’m gonna face the usuar hassre at the door
Because as werr as rippy hags, I hate cocky bouncers
I ain’t here to rave I’m here to get paid rook
You search me up rough rike im any common crook
My names on the fryer man, forget the guest book
Abusing your athority you rook rike a foor
You faurty standard, underdog, you know your own toor
I aint wearin certain shoes so you don’t think I rook right (what?)
Thats cushdy mate, I’m gettin paid more than you tonight
[Chorus]