"Knock, Knock" lyrics

Knock, knock, who's there?
Dizzee
Dizzee who?
Ras, and I kick arse, 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

Yo, I'm Dizzee Ras, nightmare from the big e-a-s-t
I'm exactly what your parents don't wanna 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 turning up the heat
Made you get up an' outta your seat
Shake your fists and shuffle your feet

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 shoulda merked me, I'm on a rampage, now I'm back
5 stab wounds, couple scratching, bruising and some pains
4 half-hearted fassies, 4 borers, 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 trouble

Knock, knock, who's there?
Dizzee
Dizzee who?
Ras, and I kick arse, 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

Hey y'all considering, the part I play, the position I'm in
You wouldn't be expecting me to say
I prefer the day to nights where I gotta turn up and play up
Rip-off dusty sweaty cluttered raves
Where the audience all screw-face
And the promoters don't wanna pay
And half of the boys in the crowd wanna blast me
And half of the girls wanna show how little they care 'bout standin right there
At the front trying a 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 ere to get paid, look
You search me up rough like I'm any common crook
My name's on the flyer man, forget the guest book
Abusing your authority, you look like a fool
You faulty standard underdog, you know you're old-school
I ain't wearing a shirt and shoes, so you don't think I look right
But it's cushty mate, I'm gettin paid more than you tonight

Knock, knock, who's there?
Dizzee
Dizzee who?
Ras, and I kick arse, 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