knock knock

knock knock lyrics

Official lyrics for “knock knock” by Festival Guy.

[Intro – Hype Man] Yo, door knock soundcheck—uh! Two taps, two claps—ay! Break beats, backstreets—say it with me now…

[Hook – Crowd Call & Response] Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Willis… (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Ooo!) Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Say “Willis…” (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Ha!)

[Verse 1] Backyard boombox, cord through the screen, Tape hiss crisp, 1980s sheen. Curb talk sharp like crease in the jeans, Punchline heavy like a V8 machine. Doorbell ring, it’s a cipher at the stoop, Snare so mean make the whole block loop. Setup tight, I’m a craftsman of truth, Then I slam with the line and the crowd go “OOF!” Corner-store chips, quarter waters in the bag, Jokes travel faster than a fresh paint tag. Keep it clean? Nah, we cut like a rag, It’s a double-entendre with a toe-tag swag.

[Pre-Hook – Call] I said knock, knock—(Who’s there?) Set it up proper—(We right here!) Line ’em up, line ’em up—(No doubt!) Drop that name and let the block shout!

[Hook] Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Willis… (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Ooo!) Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Say “Willis…” (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Ha!)

[Verse 2] I’m a punchline pusher with a doorframe flow, Two taps on the wood, then I run that show. Rim shot crack like the 110 roll, Wordplay mean with a south-side stroll. Got aunties laughing, uncles say “Boy!” Kids back inside when we deploy. Boom like a Buick when the bass got joy, Snare skip-step like a chrome-tipped toy. Set up: “Knock, knock.” Answer: “Who’s there?” I pause, grace note, leave it cut ’n’ bare. Name drop, “Willis,” let the rhythm prepare, Then the punch sinks in like a barber’s chair.

[Break – DJ Cuts] K-K-Knock… Who’s there? W-W-Willis… (scratch) W-W-Who? Backspin—heat—drop the crew!

[Hook] Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Willis… (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Ooo!) Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Say “Willis…” (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Ha!)

[Verse 3] It’s the craft of the gag, the rhythm and tag, Timing so tight, let the last beat drag. Compton concrete, jokes in the bag, We lace up bars like a fresh shoe flag. Crowd lean forward, waiting for the snap, I give ’em two taps, then I spring the trap. Blue notes bend, 808s don’t clap, It’s all real drums and a hallway slap. Neighborhood theater, porch light dim, Skate deck parked by the cyclone fence. Punchline lands and we grin like sin, DJ spin back—run the joke again!

[Hook – Extended] Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Willis… (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Say what!) Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Say “Willis…” (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Ha! Ha!)

[Bridge – Call & Crowd] Set it up—(Set it up!) Break it down—(Break it down!) Two knocks—(Two knocks!) One crown—(One crown!) If you know, then you know—(Uh-huh!) If you don’t, now you know—(Let’s go!)

[Hook – Final] Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Willis… (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth? (Ooo!) Knock, knock! (Who’s there?) Willis! (Willis who?) Say “Willis…” (What?) Willis dick fit in your mouth?

[Outro] Two taps, door laughs, beat fades out, Porch light flicker while the block still shout. From the setup to the flip, that’s word of mouth, Knock-knock legend—from the west to the south.