Punch You in the Jeans

These days, a lot a 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 man vs machine 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 fists clenched, gonna throw a haymaka Rocking your slacks from here to Jamaica Shake in your boots, cause I'm the earthquaka Bringing those jeans round here was a mistaka I gotta 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, 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've said it before Best believe this is not a metaphor Better watch your back, cause we're on the creep And we won't stop till your jeans are six feet deep! Man I'll murder your jeans, I'll feed em to the fishes Heres what I'd do, if I had three wishes Punch your jeans, on all three counts It would bring me satisfaction in large amounts If I had three wishes I would do the same We see eye to eye in this jean punch game I'd lay em in a field, where there's chemical spraying 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 Throwing fista cuffs, eat pants like bag lunches Jeans pronounced dead Cause of death? Hecka punches! Yo we'll punch your jeans, we've said it before Best believe this is not a metaphor You got something to say, we got the proper retorts Beat your jeans so bad that they'll wish they were shorts Gonna revise your Levi's with physical harm Put divets in the rivets with my physical arm Gonna beat those jeans, gonna 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 throwing my hands Gonna go back in time, find the man who made jeans And choke him to death, if you know what I mean Yo I know what you mean, so keep your jeans on a hush Breakout, before you get bum-rushed Yo we'll punch your jeans, we've said it before Best believe this is not a metaphor So take off your jeans, and reverse the curse Cause we the best jean punchers in the universe (It really doesn't matter as long as you're in em') [Repeat: x2]