Styles Of Beyond - The Pirate Song lyrics

rate me

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

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

( i dont fucking know, jesus these lyrics are hard to determine. there's probably a play on how he's drunk going on here, but its hard to see through )

Chorus:

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

Thanks to Bubba for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Al for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to GxSplinter for correcting these lyrics