The Lonely Island - Punch You in the Jeans lyrics

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 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 fists clenched
Gonna throw a haymaker
Rockin' your slacks from here to Jamaica
Shake in your boots
'cause I'm the earthquaker
Bringin' those jeans 'round here
Was a mistake ah
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 '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
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 washed 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've 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'll wish they were shorts

Gonna revise your Levi's with physical harm
Put divots in the rivets with my physical arm
Gonna beat those jeans
Wanna dip 'em in slime
Turn your 501's into 499's
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 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
And break out, before you get bumrushed

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
It really doesn't matter as long
As you're in 'em