By Uduma Kalu
The gang has gathered for a bottle of blood
Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The Rock is ablaze with glitches and guitar. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They dance to the glitch that stole the votes. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They fought Maradona. They fought Maxim. Yo ho for a bottle of rum. Now they dance to the glitch that stole the votes. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They roll the room with tons of drugs. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They squander the liquor like pirates of ships . Yo ho for a bottle of blood. Empire of thieves they build to sleaze. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They plot like sluts with slips of tongues. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They appoint she male as thief of state. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. Trillions they plough for things not seen. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They seize some states and sleaze and steal. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They appoint a Laureate as priest of rogues. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They sing of pirates that rob and rip. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They share the loots from like sluts in streets. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They speak a language with scent of nation. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They bond with bandits that rape and rile. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. Their generals pay for loots they wrest Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The priest of pirates poets for rogues. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The rogues of states and thief of state, Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They share the loots the oils loot. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The billions they borrow to boost their bucks. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They fought Maxim for a bottle of rum. Yo ho for a bottle of rum. They yelled Karl Marx in hoods of cons and skulls. Yo ho for a bottle of rum. They wrote of blood and billions of sleaze. Yo ho for a bottle of rum. They sipped in dollars and slips of schools. Yo ho for a bottle of rum. Some were spies with apples and poison Yo ho for a bottle of rum. Now, they chant, 'down democracy ' they said was best. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They sleaze and steal the votes. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They dance the glitch and dim the votes. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They loot the land and name them streets. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They hale the loots, the hell the hearts. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The thief of state struggles and ups. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. He sprinkles blood on robes of Laureate. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. He grunts a sound and "Grand Con" he grants. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The poet that lied he makes a con. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. That he's con now next to Grand. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The thief of state now calls the rest
Yo ho for a bottle of blood. First con, second con, third con, other cons. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. And jaiied for life they silenced. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The Rock is ablaze with glitches and guitar. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The gangs of cons have seized the ship. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. Yo ho they drink and drug. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. E push dem. Dem push am. Dem no dey lie. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They stink and smell with drugs of thief. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They quote Marx and animals in farms. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. That classlessness is cloak of cons. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. The gangs gather and honour themselves. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. They sleaze the state and shame the nation. Yo ho for a bottle of blood. That dishonour is best for thieves. Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
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