Il testo della Whos there

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