Knock Knock

Written by Douglas Firestein

“This is a song for all the young ones out there. Whoever you are, wherever you live, just know that dreams can come true. All you have to do is believe that SUCKAS MUST DIE!“

If there is one thing a man learns
It’s that suckas get what’s comin’
In the first thirty years on earth
You gotta learn to hunt them

Sometimes they shop at stores
Even eat at fancy restaurants
I once killed one at a flea market
You should see the drill i bought!

Chase them down in a car
Sell them as roadkill caviar
Buy their wives expensive gifts
Force them into marriage rifts
Order pizzas to their house
Shove pepperoni down their mouth
Plant their testicles as a seed
use insecticide to burn the weed

“Ooh that is the way…TO MAKE SUCKAS PAY!”

It’s a known fact that hatred burns
Eats you up inside and out
If a sucka ever offers you friendship
You gotta take his punk ass down

It only takes one to infiltrate
Really get inside of your head
Then you’ll start missing the quota
And you’ll be expelled from the gang

Chase them down in a car
Sell them as roadkill caviar
Buy their wives expensive gifts
Force them into marriage rifts
Order pizzas to their house
Shove pepperoni down their mouth
Plant their testicles as a seed
use insecticide to burn the weed

“Ooh that is the way…TO MAKE SUCKAS PAY!”

Knock knock. Who’s there?
Your Mom
Really? All the way from tennessee?
Hell no! Its DOUGLAS FIRESTEEN!!!!!!!

[Instrumental]

[Fade]

“Knock knock. Who’s there?
Your Mom
Really? All the way from Tennessee?
Hell no! Its Douglas Firestein”