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 turnin' 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 scratchin', bruisin' 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 considerin', the part I play, the position i'm in

You wouldn't be expectin' 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 o'the boys in the crowd wanna blast me

And half o'the girls wanna show how little they care 'bout standin right there

At the front tryin' a look right past me

It gets depressin', thinkin' bout it even more

Knowin' 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

Abusin' your authority, you look like a fool

You faulty standard underdog, you know you're old skool

I ain't wearin' a shirt and shoes, so you don't think I look right

But its 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