Manifest
Been around the verse twice. Fired at everyone once.
Seen how a space whale fucks and killed some brainbugs.
And I even know a beast in the Vanduul hood with a cock that’s made of wood.
I pushed more peeter, more sweeter and more completer than any other peter pusher around.
I’m a hard bodied, hairy chested, rootin’ tootin’ shootin’, parachutin’ demolition double gun stealin’ picaroon racoon.
There ain’t nothin’ I can’t do. No sky too high, no space too rough, no muff too tough.
Been a lot of lessons in my life and seen a lot guys die. But never shoot a large caliber man with a small caliber bullet.
Flown all kinds of ships: 2wings, 4wings, Chikenwings.
And those big motherfuckers that bend and go ‘Chan-Chan’ when you pull the trigger of their guns!
Anything in life worth doing, is worth overdoing. Moderation is for cowards.
I’m a pilot, I’m a fighter, I’m a RAPAX PACK Deep Space Pirate.
I’ll wine, dine, intertwine, and sneak out the hatch – and run when a raid is done.
So if you’re crossing my sights, then you better jump, because this rum-dum racoon’s been there,
never left a swag undone. And he’s going back for more!
Cheers Gentlemen.
HONOR – BOOTY – RUM