Cannonballs fly through the mist, iron on the water,
Cutlasses sharp, slicing harder than a slaughter,
Sails full o’ wind, ghost ships in broad daylight,
Maritime gangstas, ready for a fight.
Corsairs creepin’, timber creakin’, earnin’ stripes,
Rum barrels stashed, hidden riches, pirate types,
Ship deck stained, the blood of fallen crew,
Flag black as night, yo, we comin’ through.
Seas of fury, under Jolly Roger’s sway,
Elizabethen wars, fightin’ day by day,
Gunpowder smoke, cannons set to slay,
Bosses on the ocean, warship ballet.
Pirate kingpin, crown made of gold doubloons,
Galley stocked up, drown rivals in monsoons,
Navigatin’ stars, maps ain’t what they seem,
Ambush in the morn, victory’s the scheme.
Swords clashin’, rivals gaspin’ their last breath,
Treasure chest full, layin’ claim to their death,
Grappling hooks latch, pullin’ close for the raid,
Gangsta mariners, haulin’ hefty payloads.
Signal fires blaze, messages sent by torchlight,
Allies temporize, got their ships in sight,
Betrayals swift, foes dissolve in the brine,
Rogue waves risin’, conquering the timeline
Wouldn’t that be a sail by?
Broadside krew
Probably Pete & Bas
Don’t their drive-bys involve machetes?
