Punch You In The Jeans Lyrics - Incredibad - The Lonely Island

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]