Knock, knock who’s there? DizzeeDizzee who? RasAnd I kick ass, kill a MC fastKnock, knock who’s there? BadBad who? BoyI’m here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock who’s there? JackJack who? YouYou're not with your crew, what you gunna do Knock, knock who’s there? BigBig who? GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run I’m Dizzee Ras nightmare from the big E A S TI’m exactly what your parent don’t want to see on your TVI nicely, precisely intimadate anyone that I chooseRefuse 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 backFive 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? DizzeeDizzee who? RasAnd I kick ass, kill a MC fastKnock, knock who’s there? BadBad who? BoyI’m here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock who’s there? JackJack who? YouYou're not with your crew, what you gunna do Knock, knock who’s there? BigBig who? GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run Eh, yo considering The part I play, the position I'm inYou 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? DizzeeDizzee who? RasAnd I kick ass, kill a MC fastKnock, knock who’s there? BadBad who? BoyI’m here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock who’s there? JackJack who? YouYou're not with your crew, what you gunna do Knock, knock who’s there? BigBig who? GunPoint me to the sun, watch your fassy run