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thunda heights high (thundamentals remix) - chris lilley lyrics

[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’ h-lla 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 -rs- is
she said i’m a b-st-rd that starts sh-t, art
is my favourite subject even though my teacher sucks
i get to draw d-ck and b-lls on tables while she be teachin’ us, i’m a g*nius
(walk away and don’t get mad) (get f-cked) jesus is mean as f-ck
always on my bad [?]
[?] every time i’m eating lunch
while my henchmen do what they gotta do, gettin’ keiran beaten up (f-ck you, keiran!)
motherf-ck that aussie crew, i be breakdancin’ like, “watch me move”
got mrs murray thinkin’ he’s a c-cky 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
motherf-cker i got you punk’d, motherf-cker i got you punk’d

[break: [?] & chris lilley as jonah (sampled)]
aha, f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ k!ll yourself, you b-tch?!”

[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 b-n-r from mrs takalua with enough to go her
(f-ck you, motherf-cker!) 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 h0m-) 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? (f-cking love you, motherf-cker) 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 f-ckwits
middle finger to those dumb sh-ts, 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 sh-t over?)

- chris lilley lyrics

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