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Anyway, this is the first drop in the line of breadcrumbs, stay tuned for more...and take care of your teeth...you never know when you may need them...
Pulled away from the docks at o dark thirty in the morning
With the mothers of the victims still mourning
They were when grinning I told em it isn't raining because it's pouring
But I'm not the old man that was left snoring
Yesterday brought the search for the cause of unrest
Sent a party to the shore, found a body with no legs
And a couple huge bites in his chest
And in his hand they found a crumpled up map with dotted lines and an x,
They said, Hex this cursed beast and let's feast on it
Hunt these creatures, let's bequeath sleep on em
I couldn't help but stand a side and crack a smile
Because I knew I wouldn't be touching the shore for a while
So raise the damn sails and anchors aweigh
We'll make sure the damn dregs gon rue the day
Take a literal stab at revenge for the human race
We bout to bag us a shark, baby whaddaya say?
What do you do with a hundred sailors
That were sent to Davy Jones with no hopes for bailers?
Tell you what: meet me at the docks on the next full moon
Grab your guns, grab your knives, and grab your harpoon
What do you do when your lust for blood
Becomes just so much that your heart could flood
Let the mother fuckers know how bad you're pissed
We will hunt this fish till it don't exist
Thunder and blood shall run and you'll witness
An Armageddon kingdom come cuz I want this
Megalodon son gunned and I'll chum this
Water cuz I'm hunting these bitches like Frank Mundus
Starboard reports a horde of dorsal fins arriving
So I shorten my remorse for cohorts that went deep sea diving
Rabid habitat of rapid hapless acrobatic shark attacks
Sharpened tacks and tactics blast the bastards back
Clips rip gills so quick, direct hit
Chunks of cartilage fly between God damns and Holy shits
Ripples in the water cripple them and slaughter tipple even harder gripple getting hotter triple any offer
For the hide
I'm sorry, but we cannot let this slide
Stain the salty sea an Alabama crimson, make em "roll tide"
I said that we could be humane but I guess I lied
But I promise I never spoke ill of a shark after it died
Eliminate the threat
Eliminate the pain
Consecrate the dead
Shift the blame to them
You know the blood shall rain
Give me cetacean heads