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