Captain Dan & The Scurvy Crew - Calypso's Crabs lyrics

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(Cap D)

Calypso, you's a nasty ho

You know you got crabs

So many comin' at me nethers

That I can't even stab

Too much lovin' them lads

Who's not wearin bags

You know a 50 foot mast

Could stick in yer vaj

Populations of Crustaceans

From relations with them nations

Whole generations banged

Without discrimination

Plantations in yer basement

A jungle of fungal

Makin a wig replacements

Rollin pubes up in bundles

What else is hidden

Or what's been given

By the sea of sailors

Whose boats you've ridden

Ain't kidden

I'm admitten

That I'm scared

Of what yer dishen

You give it up so easy

Might just be a tradition

My suspicions we correct

Admission of objects

Whose size can be from pinheads

To entire ship wrecks

Now keep them crabs in check

Or else I'll stab yer neck

Ye give a whole new meaning

To hittin the deck!

(Chorus)

Calypso's got crabs!

Yar Yar Yar Yar

(Scott Free)

This ho, Calypso

Is nothing but sick yo,

The bitch is so greasy

She looks covered in Crisco

I even heard she's got

One hell of a cyst bro,

They say she's seductive

But I can resist though

I can't stand her sight

Cause she's covered in parasites

And you know if ye share a night

Then surely you'll share her plight

A colony of crabs livin next to her vaj

If ye ran through that, yer deservin a badge

We makes men compulsive even though she's so repulsive

One whiff of that puss will turn you convulsive

But it doesn't matter if you puke she's not after your

Loot

She's just looking for some fun knocking some boots

It may sound fictious but she's not like average

Bitches

Know to be so vicious to get chasing men to get them

Out they britches

It's what her niche is, the snatch is malicious smells

Of them fishes

Don't be falling for her pitches or give into her

Wishes

(Sea Dawg)

Whether crabs or fleas,

Because you please with ease

You've become a museum of stds

Touch you? I'd rather fall off a cliff

I know sailors who are dead from just takin' a whiff

I wanna capture a fort

Sneak you in at night

You're there for 3 days, their men are too weak to

Fight

Take the treasure and leave, ye be the ace up me sleeve

Show those doctors somethin' that they can't believe

It's said that the pen can kill more than the sword

Well the pens got nothin on you ya whore

On the bed or the floor, against the mast or the door

You do what ya do, and he can't do anymore

You're life on the outside, but death to the core

The stuff of campfire legend and lore

Ye got rapport up and down the shore

Yer the first official weapon of biological war