Lyrics
If ya stare at me yer gonna get the 3rd degree, in marksmanship i m number one
Leaving lines of deceased, it s a weapon feared in the north south west and east Captain, we comin round the block outlinin you in chalk
Fear me or be buried under the sand, i got the sickest flavor
Open the sails cause it s time to dip, be it galleon or be it frigate Crew, if i run out of ammo you ll be pistol whipped
open the sails cause it s time to dip
i got the illest behaviour
I love musket balls and my flintlock glock, are the plague
Got a hook for a hand, open the sails cause it s time to dip
until i saturate my treasure chest
I love musket balls and my flintlock glock, if yer from the land or under my command
I love musket balls and my flintlock glock, open the sails cause it s time to dip, i love musket balls and my flintlock glock
I got the sickest flavor, the big 3 in case ye fergot, if yer from the land or under my command
If i run out of ammo you ll be pistol whipped, i cruise the sea sail the strait
are the plague
Until i saturate my treasure chest, i m irate with a style you can t duplicate
I love musket balls and my flintlock glock, in marksmanship i m number one, i love musket balls and my flintlock glock
Then you can understand, my condition comes from the lack of vitaman c
If ya stare at me yer gonna get the 3rd degree, are the plague
Noone compares to the chaos i create, if you see me its already checkmate, desire release
in marksmanship i m number one
when we shoot at your fuckers we never slip
It s got the longest range so that i can claim, i love musket balls and my flintlock glock
Ya better run, my condition comes from the lack of vitaman c
open the sails cause it s time to dip
Great raids i orchestrate, fear me or be buried under the sand
desire release
until i saturate my treasure chest
All the people on the coast fear my flintlock gun, i love musket balls and my flintlock glock
If yer from the land or under my command, my condition comes from the lack of vitaman c the, my presence is the source of much unrest
my profits increased
It s a weapon feared in the north south west and east, their all the same
Fear me or be buried under the sand, their all the same, great raids i orchestrate
Violate assassinate or detonate, desire release, leaving lines of deceased
Cause i be the mutherfuckin captain d, my musket balls sit, fear me or be buried under the sand
directly into yo chest
If you see me its already checkmate, i love musket balls and my flintlock glock, if i run out of ammo you ll be pistol whipped
