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martin malota - knock knock lyrics

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[breaking bad intro]
skyler white: if you are in danger we go to the police…
walter white: oh, no. i don’t want to hear about the police!
skyler white: i do not say that lightly, but if it’s either that or you getting shot…
walter white: who are you talking to right now? i am not in danger. i am the danger! a guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? no. i am the one who knocks!

[verse 1]
you keep the gr-ss cut so you could see the snakes?
that’s too much energy to spend it on the fakes
i’m not trying to build a garden, i’m defiant, and i’m trying
to build a jungle, let there be snakes. i’m a motherf-ckin lion!

i’m a tyrant, a 2010 kobe bryant with the series tied
this is the p-ssion of the christ rising from which he died
i’m on some strictly i…for 365
driving through the lane, and 1 b-tch! now, give me five

all of a sudden i got a hundred fifty cousins
but none when it was just katrina, tereza, me and my mother
i sound selfish but it’s just cause of the fact
you gotta strap on your own oxygen mask, before -ssisting others

this is the big bopper flying over iowa
this’ll be the day the music dies like la bamba
my moniker’s the phantom of the commoners, not popular
but poppin up, feel free to axe me if you wanna chop it up

[chorus]
knock knock! who’s there? your worst nightmare
i’m all your fears wrapped up and i’m here
i’m the people waiting under the stairs
the last voice you’ll hear. i came by just to wipe your tears

knock knock! who’s there? this verse right here
i declare war now on all of you squares
this is my circle. i came by to hurt your feelings
stop screaming. no one hears you and n-body cares

[verse 2]
how does it feel now that the tables have turned?
this is the point of no return. i’m watching gabriel burn
i fan the flames with the attaché
let’s end this masquerade. i ball so hard that i ain’t waiting on the cash to play

that’s the way that love goes like a thug rose
up from the concrete with black timbs and a snub nose
pistol whip punks trying to rap with smart rhymes
it’s pistol grip pump on my lap at all times!

slide the volume past 10 and to 11
spinal tap a rapper, can’t stop it after 7
guns and roses, knocking, let em in to heaven
kansas city shuffle on em, lucky number slevin

dead in the middle of k!lling everything lyrically
literally, listen to the industry, you’re f-ckin’ kidding me
seriously? today’s a good day to die hard
when they reminisce over you, my god

[chorus]
knock knock! who’s there? your worst nightmare
i’m all your fears wrapped up and i’m here
i’m the people waiting under the stairs
the last voice you’ll hear. i came by just to wipe your tears

knock knock! who’s there? this verse right here
i declare war now on all of you squares
this is my circle. i came by to hurt your feelings
stop screaming. no one hears you and n-body cares

[verse 3]
just acknowledge that i’m polished and i’ll demolish for dollars
count me in like i’m reaching for the cash in my wallet
slapping your fathers for not strapping up. your rhymes didn’t rap enough
your raps don’t rhyme in comparison to mine

it’s embarr-ssing to whine. sauvignon blanc, my confidant
blam blam! i yves through in saint laurents on top of ya
take the chopper up and land it on your optima
stop and hop out like i’m here now, what’s poppin bruh?

the outcome is always looking for income
albanians pull their wallets out like guns when the bill comes
knowledge and wisdom. understanding is played out
if you ain’t picking up what i’ve laid out

straight out of rehab and still dope
slide on a ski mask and steel toes. it’s odd to see the iliad in this quote
but i’m on a boat, in the home where homer roamed
i’ll never be a simp, son of a boss, calogero

a bronx tale of ii cities, i’m ismail
morina on the roof in belgrade where the flag sailed
they’ll to nail me to the cross, of course
so, in short, you’re either with us, or just lock your doors. we’re at war

[chorus]
knock knock! who’s there? your worst nightmare
i’m all your fears wrapped up and i’m here
i’m the people waiting under the stairs
the last voice you’ll hear. i came by just to wipe your tears

knock knock! who’s there? this he-rs- right here

[breaking bad outro]
walter white: if you don’t know… who i am, then maybe your best course… would be to tread lightly

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