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