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. Rockin your slacks from here to jaimaica. Shake in your boots cuz I'm the earthquaka. Bringin 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 cuz 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 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 fistacuffs 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 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 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. Breakout 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. Cuz we the best jean punchers in the universe. (It really doesn't matter as long as you're in em') [x2]