[Intro: Chris Lilley as Jonah (Sampled)]
We've got a reputation for being violent and stuff, so we might attack someone. We never—you never know what we might do

[Verse 1: Tuka]
Yeah
I go to school, but I never get a education
Instead I [?] with friends and we be gettin' hella faded
Elevated, show me where that lemonade is
Got a sweet tooth, if Miss be dissin' I tell her to suck my meat flute
In preschool I asked Miss to kiss where my smart arse is
She said I'm a bastard that starts shit, art
Is my favourite subject even though my teacher sucks
I get to draw dick and balls on tables while she be teachin' us, I'm a genius
(Walk away and don't get mad) (Get fucked) Jesus is mean as fuck
Always on my bad [?]
[?] every time I'm eating lunch
While my henchmen do what they gotta do, gettin' Keiran beaten up (fuck you, Keiran!)
Motherfuck that Aussie Crew, I be breakdancin' like, "Watch me move"
Got Mrs Murray thinkin' he's a cocky dude, is it possible
I got you fooled, not a lot to prove
Why can't you take a joke [?] here to break the mould

[Chorus: Tuka]
Yeah, I got you Punk'd, I got you Punk'd
I got you Punk'd, I got you Punk'd
Yeah, yeah, I got you Punk'd, uh, I got you Punk'd
Motherfucker I got you Punk'd, motherfucker I got you Punk'd
[Break: [?] & Chris Lilley as Jonah (Sampled)]
Aha, fuckin' Punk'd you Ms
"Take a joke! Don't you even know what Punk'd is? Why don't you watch MTV for once?" "Why don't you fuckin' kill yourself, you bitch?!"

[Verse 2: Jeswon]
Uh, yeah
Ain't nuttin' funny, rollin' a ranga for their pocket money
Rackin' a pack of durries while my cronies are taggin' up the dunnies
Word to yummy mummies, check out Jonah's mum, she's so buff
I got a boner from Mrs Takalua with enough to go her
(Fuck you, motherfucker!) Come on, man, yo, that's just jokes, bro
I do what I like in this life, hand me the mic and I'm like, "YOLO"
(Sorry homo) Yeah, you know how we done do, come through in the lunch queue
Uh, me and my dumb crew bust out kung fu moves yellin' (puck you)
What? (Fucking love you, motherfucker) Yeah, that's what I said to Bridgette
Got her digits, guess she's frigid, 'cause she wouldn't let me hit it
Nek minnit she be flippin', ac'in' crazy in brain
As strange as Ja'mie and Mr G creatin' a play
Teachers take me away, buggin', always callin' me disruptive
I call it entertainment, [?] they're all a bunch of fuckwits
Middle finger to those dumb shits, yo, they're idiots, no doubt
Here comes Ms, she's on the prowl, guess I better put this ciggie out
Out (So when is this shit over?)