These days, a lotta cats is outta line
Seems to me like they need to get punched
Yeah, but where you gonna punch 'em?
Yo, the choice is obvious
I'll punch you in the jeans
I'll punch you in the jeans
This is not a case of men vs. machines
You think that you're safe?
Thought you got away clean?
I'll roll up on you smooth and punch you in the jeans
I got my fist clenched, gonna throw a haymaker
Rockin your slacks from here to Jay-maica (yeah)
Shake in your boots cuz I'm the earthquake-a
Bringin those jeans round here was a mistake-a
I got a vendetta, it's against your jeans (yeah)
Gonna put my knuckles up against the seams
They can be on your legs or on the clothesline
But when I see the zipper and cloth, it's go time
And I'm zeroed in (yeah), I got the tunnel vision
Gonna cover you in shit like a ton of pigeons
Man I hate your jeans, I'm gonna bruise that denim
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in 'em
Yo we'll punch your jeans
We said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
Better watch your back, cuz we're on the creep
And we won't stop til your jeans are six feet deep
Man I'll murder your jeans, I'll feed 'em to the fishes
Here's what I'd do, if I had three wishes:
Punch your jeans on all three counts
It would bring me satisfaction in large amounts
Yo! If I had three wishes I would do the same
We see eye to eye in this jean punch game (yeah)
I'd lay 'em in a field where there's chemical sprayin
But I'd punch 'em first - Yo that goes without sayin (yeah)
Acid wash pleats or a nifty cuff?
It's just another jean for my fist to stuff
Throwin fisticuffs, eat pants like bag lunches
Jeans pronounced dead
Cause of death? - Hecka punches
Yo we'll punch your jeans
We said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
You got somethin to say?
We got the proper retorts
Beat your jeans so bad that they wish they were shorts
Gonna revise your Levis with physical harm
Put divots in the rivets with my physical arm
Gonna beat those jeans, wanna dip 'em in slime
Turn your 501s into 499s
When I punch a jean I like to imagine a face
The fly is the nose and the balls are the base of the face
You got taste and it shows, my man
God damn, your jean brand got me throwin my hand (c'mon)
Gonna go back in the time, find the man who made jeans
Then choke him to death, if you know what I mean
Yo I know what you mean so keep your jeans on the hush
And break out, before you get bum rushed
Yo we'll punch your jeans
We said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
So take off your jeans and reverse the curse
Cuz we the best jeans punchers in the universe
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in 'em
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in 'em