Large Amounts (Album Version|Explicit)

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

This is not a case of man vs machine

You think you were 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

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'!

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

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)