Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Pirate Song, artist - Styles of Beyond. Album song Reseda Beach, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.10.2012
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
The Pirate Song |
| Just how drunk can I get |
| Very, very I bet |
| Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate |
| I set em up, up then knock em down, down |
| I set em up, up then knock em down, down |
| I set em up, up then knock em down, down |
| Just how drunk can I get |
| Very, very I bet |
| Run with that rum till I stumble like a |
| Just how drunk can I get I’m Irish, a pirate |
| Minus the black boots and patch over my eyelid |
| Over the top violent always touching my privates |
| So finish up your guinness, there’s sober kids up in Ireland |
| Stylin', smilin', eyes full of crimin' |
| I rob you for your treasure and bury it on a island |
| Timing is perfect, grinding is worthless |
| So gimme me all your shines, all your diamonds and purses |
| Rum’s in my system, drums full of that liquid |
| Roll up on 'em clappin' them cannons like captain kid did |
| Listen! |
| You don’t want no drama, nada |
| Yo, where’d you get that gun from? |
| I got it from my momma! |
| Ain’t nobody’s son, I’m a demi-god father |
| Sippin' on tequila and I’m pukin' up manana |
| Drinks on the house, so that girl’s tryin' to holla |
| But all I hear is blah blah, blah blah ba blah blah |
| Just how drunk can I get |
| Very, very I bet |
| Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate |
| I set em up, up then knock em down, down |
| I set em up, up then knock em down, down |
| I set em up, up then knock em down, down |
| Just how drunk can I get very, very I bet |
| Run with that rum till I stumble like a |
| Just how drunk can I get, follow me on a mind trip |
| Sipping Jack’s finest, drinking until my side splits |
| Ooh, I think I like this, pour me another, right chicks? |
| Put your money up sonny, now (shake?)out you bee-I-tches |
| Yeah, this is my chick, pause like the heismen |
| Blackout, wake up with no clothes and a migraine |
| Everything is a blur and your brain is barely functionin' |
| All you’re thinking is a-a-a-alien abduction |
| But it ain’t no martians here, just cold lobsters here |
| I’ll drain your quiz in Davie Jones’s locker |
| Misconstrue what I’m sayin', but what are my assumptions |
| Hella burn you dudes in the flames of the flying Dutchman |
| No, I’m not gonna stumble, I’ll probably outdrink ya… |
| Till you’re mackin' the mumbles that charlie browns teach ya |
| All that’s left on the scene is a murder theme now |
| But it ratin' repair the rockin' the burger king crown |
| Just how drunk can I get |
| Very, very I bet |
| Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate |
| I said I’m up, up, and I come down, down |
| I said I’m up, up, and I come down, down |
| I said I’m up, up, and I come down, down |
| Just how drunk can I get |
| Very, very I bet |
| Run with that rum till I stumble like a |