[Intro]
Alright, lads
I'm one of the only people who've heard Edward Kenway rap
And lived to tell the tale
And now, I'm going to tell you exactly what he said
He said

[Verse 1]
These aren't the high seas, they're my seas
It's likely, you'll find me inciting some maritime crises
Plunder all the prizes from the skies to underwater
Thunderballing then I'm back aboard in time for my tea
Tides are dicey, you're dicing with death
Like a diver fighting to rise for a breath
I'm a tycoon, taking lives like a typhoon
Hypothesizing that you're probably dying quite soon
But, at least, in the meantime, you can enjoy listening to my tune
It's an assassin sea-shanty, so pass the neat brandy
And raise a glass to my sea-faring vigilantes

[Hook]
Right, lads
Pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the black flag
I said right, lads
Pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the black flag
[Verse 2]
Look, I'm a canny one, scourge of the Seven Seas
Sink anyone's galleon to murder my enemies
Whether he's been stabbed in a back street
Or a vast sea attack by the Black Flag fleet
Kicking people in the ribs, I leap from ship to ship
And clean the deck of crew as if I'm sweeping, never miss a bit
No need for cruise missiles, I wield dual pistols
And rule this world from Kingston to Bristol
So, you better make headway for Edward Kenway
Or I'll hit you hard enough to send you to next Wednesday
I make the hardest sea-faring men say
"Get away from this fellow if you treasure your gems"
They say that he ranks amongst the most clever
Of the gentleman adventurers without measure
He spends half his time looking for exotic treasure
The other half, lusting for erotic pleasure

[Hook]
Right, lads
Pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the black flag
I said right, lads
Pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the black flag
[Outro]
From England to Kingston to New Holland
He's a looting, shooting Henry-fooking-Rollins