Outlaws, outlaws...what can I say?
Stealin' & Lootin', it's quite a display
You are to the land what pirates are to the sea
We've got a lot in common, you've gotta agree
You stay on your turf and I'll stay on mine
What an affiliation should be...that's for us to define
Next is the mobsters, too pussy to stand alone
Knowin' that goin' solo will leave you accident prone
Watchin' your back for the skull and cross-bones
But I'm wastin' my time, all this shit's already known
Let's talk about the ninjas, from the far east
Runnin' their mouths like they wanna be deceased
Dressin' up in all black like it's some kind of fetish
Or maybe it's to hide just how much they sweat us
What the fuck kind of group abides by a moral code?
Probably the kind that's about to have their heart-rate slowed
The kind that runs as I begin to musket reload
The kind that sprung from a load that just shoulda been swallowed
Honestly, what kind of pussies attack in the dead of the night?
The kind that can't handle an opponent that has any sight?
You can take your moral code and continue to be polite
All the while my pirate cock feels your mother's soft bite
So bring your stars & swords, any weaponry that you wish
I'll mimic the mob; send you off the plank to sleep with the fish
[ July 04, 2003, 12:40 AM: Message edited by: Orgazmo ]
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