Knock Knock

God was on adderall rolling on ecstasy
When he chose to make little old me
Sprinkled in the rhythm with a lack of precision
So now I'm sitting in the pocket with no melody
Had no room for lyricism or a voice to sing
But I was gifted with some motivated genes
Married to the rhythm division my decisions are final
I don't need your wisdom on composition I'll still go viral
Cause percussion is primal
Necessary for survival
Make your spinal cord wiggle like you're learning unicycle
When the kick drum hits you in the chest like a wave that's tidal

Knock knock who's there ya boy Zforce put all your hands up in the fucking air
Knock knock who's there the one that's gonna get you all in your underwear
Knock knock who's there the party animal so you better, you better prepare
Knock knock who's there the master of beats with the hip hop and funky flair

If you got something you want to do just fucking do it
Go make a movie or become the slim muscular person you've always wanted to be
There's nothing holding you back from anything the only thing stopping you is yourself

If you got something you want to do
Just do it
The only thing stopping you is yourself

Knock knock who's there ya boy Zforce put all your hands up in the fucking air
Knock knock who's there the one that's gonna get you all in your underwear
Knock knock who's there the party animal so you better, you better prepare
Knock knock who's there the master of beats with the hip hop and

Hit it!

Voices voices in my head
Faces floating on the bed
Please help please oh woe is me
Cut the audio and let me hear peace