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[Chorus] 
Knock knock whos there? Dizzee 
Dizzee who? Ras 
And I kick ass 
Kill a MC fast 
Knock knock whos there? Bad 
Bad who? Boy 
Im here to annoy 
Take away your joy 
Knock knock whos there? Jack 
Jack who? You 
Your not with your crew 
What u gunna do 
Knock knock whos there? Big 
Big who? Gun 
Point me to the sun 
Watch your fassy run 
Im dizzee ras nightmare from the big E A S T 
Im exactly what your parent dont 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, Im formerly from the underground 
And its clear, for a year, Ive been turing up the heat 
Made you get up and out of your seat 
Shake your fists and shuffle your feet 
And now Im here 
Lets make another thing clear [Overlaps here on previous line] 
They didnt bun me up enough Im 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 Im 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, its the least of your troubles 
 
[Chorus] 
 
Eh yo considering 
The part I play, you wouldnt 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 dont 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 Im gonna face the usual hassle at the door 
Because as well as lippy hags, I hate cocky bouncers 
I aint here to rave Im 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 dont think I look right (what?) 
Thats cushdy mate, Im gettin paid more than you tonight 
 
[Chorus] 
  

[Thanks to arsenalrulz14@hotmail.com for these lyrics] 
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