Knock, Knock Songtext
von Dizzee Rascal

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 gonna 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 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
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 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 me, you should of merc′d 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, 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


Knock, knock who's there? (Jack)
Jack who? (You)
You're not with your crew, what you gonna do?
Knock, knock who′s there? (Big)
Big who? (Gun)
Point me to the sun, watch your fassy run

Ay yo, considering
The part I play, the position I′m in
You wouldn't expect for 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 crowd 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 I'm any common crook
My names on the flyer man, forget the guestbook

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 gonna do?
Knock, knock who′s there? (Big)
Big who? (Gun)
Point me to the sun, watch your fassy run