Scally wags are what they call my crew and me
Dirty scurjles they deeply see
I kill at will and that is my job
I'll send ye down to see Olde Hobb
I kill at will
Slicing your neck
Your blood shall spill
Stay on ships deck
I board your ship with the greatest of ease
I'm riddles with scurvy a real mans disease
You look in terror as me teath bare a knife
This is the end of your landlubbin life
I kill at will
Slicing your neck
Your blood shall spill
Stay on ships deck
As i move closer you begin to shake
One thousand bodies lying awake
A cracked tooth smile that'll greeve in my eye
Your time is up you're going to die
I kill at will
Slicing your neck
Your blood shall spill
Stay on ships deck

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