Just keep floatin in the water you got no where to go
the mobsters are coming out with nothing left to show
but a few good rhymes from a ruthless leader,
leaving you behind you pegleg beater
polly wanna cracker, that's you bustin rhymes,
jesus smoked you bad, multiple times
walkin' on your affiliations
passing out rhymes from several different nations,
now i know im new to this rhyming game
but everything you pirates say just seems the same
so im putting in my sense as mobsters do
i bet you'll think diferently wearing concrete shoes
and then when they find you it's headline news
oh my god, what a pirate, at the bottom of the lake
looks like thats one foe he just couldn't shake,
old fools gold, and shitty rum
never have liked it, and i never want some
captain morgan's cool, but not quite enough
italian wine, now that's the stuff
so until you fix your splintered peg,
you better think before we make you beg,
a mobster life will make you think
about your life and what you drink.
we pimp out, and rock the dank
pirates suck ass and will walk their plank.
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