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

Calypso's got crabs!!! Yar! Yar! Yar! Yar! Calypso's got crabs!!! Yar! Yar! Yar! Yar! (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 kiddin', I'm admittin' that I'm scared of what yer dishin' You give it up so easy might just be a tradition My suspicions were 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 in the neck Ye give a whole new meaning to hittin' the deck! Calypso's got crabs!!! Yar! Yar! Yar! Yar! Calypso's got crabs!!! Yar! Yar! Yar! Yar! (Scott Free) This ho, Calypso, is nothing but sick, yo The b**h 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 She makes men compulsive even though she's so repulsive One whiff of that puss will turn you convulsive 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 fictitious but she's not like average b**hes Known to be so vicious to get chasing men to get them out they britches What her niche is, the snatch is malicious - smells of them fishes Don't be falling for her pitches or give into her wishes Calypso's got crabs!!! Yar! Yar! Yar! Yar! Calypso's got crabs!!! Yar! Yar! Yar! Yar! (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 k** more than the sword Well the pen's got nothin' on YOU ya who*e On the bed or the floor, against the mast or the door You do what ya do, and he cant do anymore You're Life on the outside, but d**h 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 Calypso's got crabs!!! Yar! Yar! Yar! Yar! Calypso's got crabs!!! Yar! Yar! Yar! Yar!