Who's There (feat. Jarren Benton, Dizzy Wright)

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
 A bunch of savages, Hop'll slice the head off a faggot
 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 fucking bullet from this gauge at your fabric
 I'm not your average Joe, brain battered and slow
 A lot of pain, things changed, now I'm stacking this dope
 Exclusive new shit, me and Hopsin we too sick
 I crack a hater upside his fucking 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
 Bitches squirting out of they two tits
 Fuck a metaphor, basically nigga you ain't doing it
 Hand you a mirror before I murk you, check out the view of this
 I'm losing it, serial killer lurking the music biz
 Without a mask, I want you bitches to know who the fuck it is
 Suffering succotash, rims on a hovercraft
 Romantic psychopath, I drown whores in a bubble bath
 It's Mr. Benton nigga, y'all fall back
 And lick the crease between my asshole and ballsack
 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
 Yo, Locked and loaded
 Ready to bring da ruckus
 Thuggish ruggish
 No other rapper can touch it
 I'm disgusted, fuck it
 Nah, I'm in a rush to put the pressure on
 Let it be known, Ask yo girlfriend who she sextin' 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 shit
 You ain't shit, You as silent 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, Fuck being different
 I care about being great
 Nigga kill the hate
 I'm coming just to kill it in yo state
 Fuck the world, Fuck you
 Run in place, I penetrate
 We the shit
 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
 Yeah, bitch I didn't wake up in a new Bugatti
 Just in a room of rotten rappers, gruesome bodies I'm killin' like I'm illuminati
 I'm fuckin' 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
 Fuck your new Versace, you can get a cutthroat and deep-throat a dick 'til it's poking out through your butthole
 Swallow the nut whole, this shit 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 fuck, my brain is corrupt
 This little bar — I'm raising it up
 And you can watch me catapult after you finish licking Jarren's anus and nuts
 It's Knock Madness!