Punch You in the Jeans

These days a lot of cats is out of 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 fist clenched, gonna throw a haymaker
Rockin' your slacks from here to Ja-maica
Shakin your boots cuz I'm the earthquaker
Bringin those jeans 'round here was a mistake-a
I got a vendetta
It's against your jeans
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!
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 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'
Acid washed, pleats or a nifty cuff
It's just another jean for my first to stuff
Throwin fisticuffs eat pants like bag lunches
Jeans pronounced dead
Cause of death?
Hecka punchin'!
Yo we'll punch your jeans
We 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 arms
Gonna beat those jeans
Wanna dip em in slime
Turn your 501's into 499's
When I punch your jeans 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
Goddamn your jeans brand got me throwin' my hand
Gonna go back in 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're the best jean punchers in the universe
(It really doesn't matter as long as you're in 'em)