Knock knock    Who's there?    Dizzee   Dizzee who?    Ras and I kick ass   Kill an 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   I'm Dizzee Ras, nightmare from the big E A S T   I'm exactly what your parent don't want to 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 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 purpose 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 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 let's not dwell on that, it's the least of your troubles      Eh yo considering   The part I play, you wouldn't expect for 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 don't want to pay   And half of the boys in the crowd wanna blast me   And half of the girls wanna show how little they care about standing right there at the front,   Trying to look right past me   It gets depressing thinking about 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 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 your own tool   I ain't wearing certain shoes so you don't think I look right (what?)   That's cushdy mate, I'm getting paid more than you tonight