[Intro]
Check it

[Verse 1]
I am bored and off of my face, I got
Dirt on my shoulder, so brush it off thanks, I just
Woke up in prison and dug an escape
Someone smuggled in a shovel, thank your Mum for the cake, um
Hey yo, it musta been something I ate
I feel... great, normally I love to complain about
Stuff that I hate, 'cause science is late
Juggling plates, yo, hold up, let me cut to the chase, it goes
Middle-class white boy makin' white noise
With a pint of poison at the pub with his mates
We all give shit to people just for somethin' to say
'Cause our fun is takin' someone's away, but don't jump on our case
'Cause I'm sure the bubble will break
Till it goes pop I'ma make drunken mistakes
So I'ma give you all the tools to go and fuck up your day
And all I’m askin’ in return is a punch in the face, now hit me

[Pre-Chorus]
"Hit me—
Hit—Hit—Hit—Hit me—
Hit—Hit—Hit—Hit me" Ayy
[Chorus]
All I need is a punch in the face, so hit me
All you need is a punch in the face, so hit me
All we need is a punch in the face, so hit me
"Hit me"

[Verse 2]
I'm fuck-up; I'm a joke; I'm a clown, pull my pants down
I been called a fuckwit at least once in the last twelve...
Minutes, that's I think like a cynic
I live my life by Frenzal Rhomb lyrics, I'ma
Interfere witcha regular channel, let's
Drink a beer, 'cause a man's not a camel, but
Listen here for some punk gold
If your best friend's a racist then your best friend's a arsehole
Ooh, hear that pin drop
Told the doc I was sick of lookin' at ink blots
I hate losin' at anything, so I win lots
Shit, when I lost my virginity I was pissed off
I am punk in drublic again
Trigger Trials on the beat, you better pump up the bass
We got soldiers on the borders with a gun on their waist
Look, what happened to an old-fashioned punch in the face? Now hit me

[Pre-Chorus]
"Hit—Hit me—
Hit—Hit—Hit—Hit me—
Hit—Hit—Hit—Hit me" Ayy
[Chorus]
All I need is a punch in the face, so hit me
All you need is a punch in the face, so hit me
All we need is a punch in the face, so hit me
"Hit"

[Verse 3]
I met a guy, David Smug, back in ‘81
I wasn't born then, all right, look, I made him up
But every mornin' after wakin' up
He applied a hazelnut facial scrub like Patrick Bateman does
And goes to work where he's the manager
Complains to all the staff he don't get paid enough
Walked around the office bein' cocky
Then fired a handful of employees at random just to shake 'em up
Said it's his favourite part, maybe he's mean at heart
Or maybe he was just never punched in the face enough
I wanna raise the bar, I wanna play guitar
I want it all; I want a motherfuckin facial...
Scar, I don't need a car with the shiny rims
What I need is a driver's license to drive it with
I'm not a violent person, despite what you mighta heard
I punch my own face; I'm the Tyler Durden of Like A Version
B.Two, hit me

[Bridge]
And it goes
Bam-ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-ba-bam-bam
Ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-ba-bam-bam
Bam-ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-bam-ba-ba-ba-bam-bam
Yo, check it out
[Chorus]
All I need is a punch in the face, so hit me
All you need is a punch in the face, so hit me
All we need is a punch in the face, so hit me
"Hit me"
All I need is a punch in the face, so hit me
All you need is a punch in the face, so hit me
All we need is a punch in the face, so hit me