Abusing your authority you look like a fool
Point me to the sun, watch your fassy run
I’m here to annoy, take away your joy
Knock, knock who’s there? Big
Four half-hearted fassies, four poor is no brains
You search me up rough like im any common crook
Rip-off, dusty, sweaty, clotter raised
And now I’m here, let's make another thing clear
I ain't wearin' certain shoes so you don’t think I look right
Jack who? You
By standing right there at the front tryin' to look right past me
The part I play, the position I'm in
That's cushdy mate, I’m gettin' paid more than you tonight
Knowing that I’m gonna face the usual hassle at the door
Where the audience, all screw faced, and promoters don’t want to pay
I’m Dizzee Ras nightmare from the big E A S T
Big who? Gun
Knock, knock who’s there? Jack
My names on the flyer man, forget the guest book
Knock, knock who’s there? Dizzee
You're not with your crew, what you gunna do
Big who? Gun
Dizzee who? Ras
Knock, knock who’s there? Dizzee
Did it two weeks before my album came out helped me sell double
I’m exactly what your parent don’t want to see on your TV
Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat
They didn’t bun me up enough I’m still here
Knock, knock who’s there? Big
Knock, knock who’s there? Jack
It gets depressing thinking 'bout it even more
You're not with your crew, what you gunna do
Eh, yo considering
Knock, knock who’s there? Jack
And half of the boys in the croud wanna blast me
Knock, knock who’s there? Big
Point me to the sun, watch your fassy run
Bad who? Boy
And I kick ass, kill a MC fast
You wouldn’t expect for me me to say
Knock, knock who’s there? Bad
And I kick ass, kill a MC fast
Just about hurt me, you should of merked me
Bad who? Boy
Bad who? Boy
Jack who? You
I’m here to annoy, take away your joy
Five stab wounds, couple scratches, bruises and some pains
Refuse to to lose, express unlimited contriversial views
But let's not dwell on that, it's the least of your troubles
I ain’t here to rave I’m here to get paid, look
Because as well as lippy hags, I hate cocky bouncers
Knock, knock who’s there? Bad
And half of the girls wanna show how little they care
And it's clear, for a year, I’ve been turing up the heat
I prefer the day to nights where I gotta turn up and play ya
I was on a rampage now I’m back
Knock, knock who’s there? Bad
I nicely, precisely intimadate anyone that I choose
Big who? Gun
Shake your fists and shuffle your feet
You're not with your crew, what you gunna do
I’m here to annoy, take away your joy
And, or familiar with my sound, I’m formerly from the underground
Your little charade was whack
And I kick ass, kill a MC fast
So what was the perpose of your little charade
Jack who? You
You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own tool
Made you get up and out of your seat
Dizzee who? Ras
