Knock knock chords and lyrics - DIZZEE RASCAL

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[Verse 1]
[Em][Chorus]
Knock knock who's
there? Dizzee
Dizzee who? Ras
And I kick ass
Kill a MC fast
Knock knock who's there? Bad
Bad who? Boy
I'm here [Am]to annoy
[C]Tak[Em]e away yo[Am]ur joy
[Em]Knock knock who's there? Jack
Jack who? You
Your not with your crew
What you gunna do
Knock knock who's there? Big
Big who? Gun
[Bm]Point me [Am]to th[Em]e sun
Watch [Bm]your fassy run
I'm dizzee ras night[C#m]mare
from the big E A S T
I'm exactly what your [F#m]parent
don't want to see on your [Bm]tv
I nicely,
[C#m]precisely [Bm]intimadate anyone [Em]that I choose
Re[Bm]fuse to to lose
Ex[C]press unlimited contriversial views
Your average [Bm]boy or [Em]girl on the [C#m]street might
be familiar with my beat
And or familiar
with my sound,
I'm formerly [F#m]from the u[Em]nderground
And its [C#m]clear, for a year,
I've been [Em]turing up the [Bm]heat
Made you get up and out of your seat
[C]Shake your fists and shuffle your feet
[Am]And now I'm [Bm]here
Lets make another thing [Em]clear [Overlaps here
on previous line]
They didn't [Bm]bun me up
enough I'm [Em]still here
So what was the [Bm]perpose of your little charade,
your [Em]little charade was whack
[Bm]Just about hurt me
You should [C#m]of merked me
[Bm]I was on a rampage now[Em] I'm back
Five stab [Bm]wounds
[C#m]Couple scratches, bruises and some pains
Four [F#m]half- hearted fassies
Four poor [Em]is no brains
Did it
[C#m]Two weeks before my album came
[Bm]out helped me sell double
But lets not dwell on that,
its [C]the least of your [Bm]troubles
[Am][Chorus]
[Bm]Eh yo [Am]consider[Bm]ing
The [C#m]part I play, you wouldn't expect for me m[Bm]e
to say [C#m]I prefer the [Bm]day to nights where I gotta
turn up and play
[C#m]I rip- off, dusty, swea[Bm]ty,
clotter raised
And the [C#m]audience, [Bm]all screw faced,
and pro[C]moters don't want to pay
And half of the [Am]boys in the
[Bm]croud want to blast [C#m]me
And half of the [F#m]girls want to show how [Bm]little they
[C#m]care about standing right t[F#m]here at the f[Bm]ront,
tryin t? look right past me
It [C#m]gets depressing thinking
bout it [E]even more
[Bm]Knowing [C#m]that I'm gonna f[C]ace the
usual hassle at the door
Because as [Bm]well as lippy hags,
I hate [Em]cocky bouncers
[Bm]I ain't here to ra[C#m]ve I'm
[Bm]here to get [Em]paid look
You [Bm]search me up rough like I'm
[Em]any common c[Bm]rook
My names [F#m]on the fly[C#m]er man[Bm],
forget the [Em]guest book
Abusing [Bm]your [A]athor
[C#m]ity you look like [Bm]a fool
You faulty standard, [C#m]under [F#m]dog,
you know your [Bm]own [Em]tool
[Bm]I ain't wearin certa[C#m]in shoes so you
don't [Bm]think [Em]I look [Bm]right (what?)
that's [C#m]cushdy mate,
I'm [Bm]gettin [C]paid more than you tonight

[Outro 1]
[Chorus]
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[C#m][Bm][C#m][Bm]
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[Em][Bm]
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