Who's There (Feat. Jarren Benton & Dizzy Wright)

[Hook: Hopsin]
I know how long you've waited (Waited for what?)
For the day all these games end
Knock-knock, who's there? (who?)
Knock-knock, who's there? O-P
Knock-knock, who's there? (who?)
Knock-knock, who's there? O-P

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
bunch of savages, Hop'll slice the head off a [bad word] 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 [bad word] bullet from this gauge at your fabric
I'm not your average Joe, brain battered and slow
lot of pain, things changed, now I'm stacking this dope
Exclusive new [bad word]  me and Hopsin we too sick
I crack a hater upside his [bad word] 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 [bad word] squirting [?] out of they two [bad word] [bad word] a metaphor, basically [bad word] 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 [bad word] to know who the [bad word] it is
Suffering succotash, rims on a hovercraft
Romantic psychopath, I drown whores in a bubble bath
It's Mr. Benton [bad word]  y'all fall back
And lick the crease between my [bad word] and ballsack

[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, [bad word] it
Nah, I'm in a rush to put the pressure on
Let it be known, Ask yo girlfriend who she 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 [bad word] You ain't [bad word]  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, [bad word] being different
I care about being great [bad word] kill the hate
I'm coming just to kill it in yo state [bad word] the world, [bad word] you
Run in place, I penetrate
We the [bad word] 
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Hopsin]
Yeah, [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] your new Versace, you can get a cutthroat and deep-throat a [bad word] ‘til it’s poking out through your [bad word] Swallow the nut whole, this [bad word] 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 [bad word]  my brain is corrupt
This little bar — I’m raising it up
And you can watch me catapult after you finish licking Jarren’s [bad word] and nuts
It’s Knock Madness!