Styles Of Beyond - The pirate song lyrics

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 a**umptions 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 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