What a treat, another installment of the rhyme wars
But were you crashing my ego? Or trying to build up yours?
Keep tellin' yourself you're a hardass, maybe someday it'll come true
Or maybe you'll wake your ass up and get a fuckin' clue
Bring your ass, bitch, and the whole family backin' you
Step foot on this Pirate's ship and I'm jumpin' you like a kangaroo
Make all the threats you want, they'll end up unfulfilled
The only result that you'll see is your bitch ass killed
My sword in your back, your feet walkin' the plank
You're a tommy gun, bitch, I'm a motha fuckin' tank
I only take the booty that's considered a treasure
Whether it be from the sea for my bank, or from your mom for my pleasure
Sackin' villages at a time, takin' all the valuables I can get
All the shit's mine, no "mafioso family" forces me to split
Spend my days fuckin' bitches, my nights sippin' on beer
It's the life of a king, it's the life of a buccaneer
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