Calypso's Crabs

(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 kidden
 I'm admitten
 That I'm scared
 Of what yer dishen
 You give it up so easy
 Might just be a tradition
 My suspicions we 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 neck
 Ye give a whole new meaning
 To hittin the deck!
 (Chorus)
 Calypso's got crabs!
 Yar Yar Yar Yar
 (Scott Free)
 This ho, Calypso
 Is nothing but sick yo,
 The bitch 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
 We makes men compulsive even though she's so repulsive
 One whiff of that puss will turn you convulsive
 But 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 fictious but she's not like average
 Bitches
 Know to be so vicious to get chasing men to get them
 Out they britches
 It's what her niche is, the snatch is malicious smells
 Of them fishes
 Don't be falling for her pitches or give into her
 Wishes
 (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 kill more than the sword
 Well the pens got nothin on you ya whore
 On the bed or the floor, against the mast or the door
 You do what ya do, and he can't do anymore
 You're life on the outside, but death 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