The Pirate Song

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
 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 assumptions
 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
 (i dont fucking know, jesus these lyrics are hard to determine. there's probably a play on how he's drunk going on here, but its hard to see through)
 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