Captain Dan And The Scurvy Crew - Its All About the Booty lyrics

I'm all about the booty bout my duty Stab that wench in her trench what a cutie Take her treasure at my leisure While I'm sailing in pleasure Cause that sallies got the measure with 2 hands on me feather However got a proposition for you la** let me plunder that a** Or you can ride on me mast, avast Got something of a problem where there's wenches and rum I like to draw out me gun And steal their keel I feel real appeal for feeding wenches me eel a meal And I'll do it with zeal for real I make them sallies squeal from behind me wheel And yo I got this sick flow for partying with hoes I make em wiggle their toes They always trying to stow in me cabin for this action I'm packin' And I'll be stabbin' and jabbin' theses sallies need what I'm havin' If the ship be a rockin' don't worry bout knockin' ‘cause I'll be co*kin' my glock And I won't worry bout stopping ‘til I'm done then I'll drink some more rum You were good for some fun but wench this parties been done It's all about the booty; shiver me timbers The way that wench be walkin' makes me want to get in her Sallies so limber; I'd go south for dinner If there's no fish within her then we've got a winner come hither It's all about that booty; junk in the trunks Cause were sailin' for those cuties chests plump like the rumps Badonkadonk's make us raise our sails But if you're scale to whales then we're bout to bail Sea Dawg: I'm all about the booty when I'm done with manslaughter She shakes me up and down like I'm back in rough water Bouncin' on your raft from dusk ‘til dawn leave a six pence on the desk Take my pants then I'm gone from Guam to San Juan I plunder what you got Hit that hot spot weather you want it or not then pow I'm off like a gun shot Mince to glaze it won't wash from your hair for days I like a clean swept field as opposed to a thicket And I don't need a hand just to know where to stick it I'm digging for ore in your back door on the floor Give me more you implore it's time for an encore A predator sliding into your corridor I'm all about the booty of the SMM Commodore So back up your rear my dear and once it gets near Into it I shall steer me spear I'm first cla** Wenches love me enma**e there ain't a spot within em I do not trespa** The a** on this la** won't be outcla**ed or ever surpa**ed It's got the shape movement and ma** It's all about the booty; shiver me timbers The way that wench be walkin' makes me want to get in her Sallies so limber; I'd go south for dinner If there's no fish within her then we've got a winner come hither It's all about that booty; junk in the trunks ‘Cause were sailin' for those cuties chests plump like the rumps Badonkadonk's make us raise our sails But if you're scale to whales then we're bout to bail Scot Free: Set course for the shores of the island of who*es And we'll explore til we score then come back for more That's for sure light a blunt leave the work for the grunt My compa** never lies when I'm hunting for (woman Moans) You got junk in the trunk and spunk for this hunk You get a chunk of the funk you drunk as a skunk I'm humpin' your rump, pump, pump, pump, and I'm dumpin a lump You better get up and jump or you'll be left with a stump Yo it's all about the booty whether it's gold or honies I'll pull the fast one let me hold some money A blast from this gun will leave you cold and bloody You don't know Captain D you better ask somebody We got rhymes so sinister k** off the prime minister Administer a fist in her I'm giving her the finisher good listener Then she'll check what I'm sayin' peep the flavor I unsheathe my saber when she calls me unsavory This player gets moody when newbies be stealin' me rubies Actin' unruly I'm mackin' them groupies distracin' the cuties I'm grabbin' they b**bies they tellin' me do me I'm smoking the doobies it's all of my duty I'm telling you truly It's all about the booty; shiver me timbers The way that wench be walkin' makes me want to get in her Sallies so limber; I'd go south for dinner If there's no fish within her then we've got a winner come hither It's all about that booty; junk in the trunks ‘Cause were sailin' for those cuties chests plump like the rumps Badonkadonk's make us raise our sails But if you're scale to whales then we're bout to bail