Richi bitchy black beard Sunak

They call me bitchy Richy Sunak 
Cos i luv taking it in the bak 
24hr corner shop I don't slack 
All you blady wonkas I no givs a fak
Hairy beer belly English men I luv his name is jak
Big ball sack 
They call me the Indian pirate I came to UK in rubber dingy emigrate 
Use to live council house benefits smoke mamba drink skol super an pik up men to gyrate 

Before I bought corner shop open til late 
Cheap prices rate no entry fee at gey
Then after racist attack fire bum my shop 
I was. Mad in strop 
Called 999 but no olive or cop
So I had no choice become a pirate chop my turban cru crop no top e pill I pop 
Pirate I was 6 packs an skol super pallets crate 

It's no surprise I cause a scare
I keep lit tapers in my hair
Now take me to your loot.

I don't need your silver and gold
Cos they're far too heavy in my hold.
Give me cumin, nutmeg, and all of your wine
Or your women an men to Roger n dine 
Circle jerk in line 

Here's what my advice is,
Hand over your spices
Or get cut into slices.
Or sell us your women 
So we can pimp them into vices 

Equal opportunity
Gonna take your rum
Fetch a tidy sum.

Secret sales to the colonies
Committing sexual felonys

We may be bad but in case of dispute
Pirate's code means you'll get your fair loot.

Ship with 36 guns
Drinking rum chewing bubble gum 
All for tha lgbt hairy bum 

A pirate's life isn't quite what it seems we Rob treasure tax duites for the king n Queen 
In return for maidens in their early teens 
Hi heels makeup skinny jeans 

On the ocean we roam
Under skull and crossbones
Galleon is our home.

Stealing is a pleasure
We don't bury treasure
Spend it at our leisure.

Oh, living life on the rum
Underneath the hot sun
Easier said than done 

There was a young maid from Madras
Who had a magnificent ass;
Not rounded and pink,
As you probably think –
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.
There once was a man from madras
Whose balls were made of brass
In stormy weather
They clang together
And sparks fly out of his ass!
tour the whole world like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus:
Smoke herb like a hippie, drink like a pirate
Wrist real crisp haters dont like it
Windrush breeze blowing trails set sail and pilot
Bend it over let me see it

Lot of gold like a pirate
Pulled it out too eüited
Private jet, my own pilot
Private island, I'm a pirate
My motorcycle let her ride it