Lyrics The Lonely Island

The Lonely Island

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

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')

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