Dizzy Wright - Who's There? lyrics

[Hook: Hopsin] I know how long you've waited (Waited for what?) For the day all these games end Knock-knock, who's there? H (H who?) Knock-knock, who's there? O-P Knock-knock, who's there? H (H who?) Knock-knock, who's there? O-P [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] A bunch of savages, Hop'll slice the head off a f*ggot I wake up in the morning and go raid the medicine cabinet Every word I spit is murder on the page of this tablet I spit out a f**ing bullet from this gauge at your fabric I'm not your average Joe, brain pattern is slow A lot of pain, things changed, now I'm stacking this dope Exclusive new sh**, me and Hopsin we too sick I crack a hater upside his f**ing head with a pool stick Murdering me is like Hop signing to Ruthless For a second time and then pigs flying on broomsticks Michael Jackson crawling out of his grave with two kids b**hes squirting St. Ides liquor out of they two tits f** a metaphor, basically n***a you ain't doing it Hand you a mirror before I murk you, check out a view in it I'm losing it, serial k**er lurking the music biz Without a mask, I want you b**hes to know who the f** it is Suffering succotash, rims on a hovercraft Romantic psychopath, I drown who*es in a bubble bath It's Mr. Benton n***a, y'all fall back And lick the crease between my a**hole and ba**sack [Hook] [Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] Yo, Locked and loaded Ready to bring da ruckus Thuggish ruggish No other rapper can touch it I'm disgusted, f** it Nah, I'm in a rush to put the pressure on Let it be known, Ask yo girlfriend who she s**tin' on Better known, It's Mister Knock-Knock the panties down You a hand-me down, Hammer down what they invested on Shoulda' left it alone, Shouldn't have left her at home It gets her off of you, I'm watchin' as she testin' it on My marijuana scent all up in yo sh** You ain't sh**, You as solid as my spit I gotta couple rappers on my list Better get established before I get to wrapping up careers King Dizzy coming to give it to you straight Taking place, f** being different I care about being great n***a k** the hate I'm coming just to k** it in yo state f** the world, f** you Run in place, I penetrate We the sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: Hopsin] Yeah, b**h I didn't wake up in a new Bugatti Just in a room of rotten rappers, gruesome bodies I'm k**in' like I'm illuminati I'm f**in' out the blue tsunami, nothin' you can do to stop me I don't care if you knew karate or do pilates You fools are probably scattered so gather you stupid posse And get me before I move to Aussie and they crucify me f** your new Versace, you can get a cutthroat and deep-throat a dick ‘til it's poking out through your bu*thole Swallow the nut whole, this sh** is X-rated Ya'll kept playin' on devilish ground ‘til you met Satan I stomp on you 'til you chest cave in and neck breaking You better be keepin' you mouth shut like your breath stinkin' There really isn't anyway I can be less blatant So face it, you basically f**ed, my brain is corrupt This little bar — I'm raising it up And you can watch me catapult after you finish licking Jarren's an*s and nuts It's Knock Madness!