Lyrics Hate Your Pants - Royce 5'9

Hate Your Pants

Come away with me
Let’s journey to a land where men, are men
And I wish, that this all was a dream
Those skinny jeans, how do you get yo' balls in them things?
And the day that my son should want a pair
That’s gon' be the same day that I put a gun to my head
And why would you want your booty to stick out?
Just be glad you’re not in jail
You are gay to me, and that’s okay to me
But I still hate your pants
You’re a fag to me, long as you’re happy, be
But that don’t mean I have to like your pants
Where did you buy those things?
Are those designer jeans?
Cause I haven’t seen 'em at Saks
And I wish, that this all was a dream
You got a crotch like a Ken doll in them jeans
And there’s no way I should be able to see the imprint of your knees
And them jeans, make you look like you got big feet
And I wish that y’all would quit it with that dance
And I hope y’all go to hell
You are gay to me, and that’s okay to me
But I still hate your pants
You’re a fag to me, long as you’re happy, be
But that don’t mean I have to like your pants
Skinny jeans really, gross me out
It’s just the whole concept, you know?
Pullin them over your hairy man ass
And then, havin' to peel them off your hairy legs
It’s disgusting, Mickey Factz was
In the same room with Joey, when he got punched in the eye
I blame it on the skinny jeans
I blame it on the skinny jeans cause he couldn’t react fast enough
Cause his legs was all caught up, in the skinny
I hate skinny jeans