Pirate God x Pirate king (Mashup)

Aye, brimstone breath, Blackbeard in the mist when I enter Ember in beard, let it flare like a warning to sailors that drift off the centre Dead reckoning, never been led by a compass or crown or pretender Currents get bent when I step on the deck, I don’t sail it, I render Look at the flag and start kneeling You ain't dealing with a sailor, you dealing with a god, check the radar I don't need a compass to find where the bag is I just follow the scent of the blood and the madness Calico cuts, quick slash, let the sabre sing back in a blur Anne Bonny temper, I carry the fury, the flame in the stir Every last legend you speak of in taverns, I been, I became, I occur I’m the Captain, the Don, the King of the Coast I don't boast, I just turn your whole squad into ghosts My fleet’s in the harbor, customized engines Modern-day brigands, we’re seeking vengeance Got 'em walking the plank off the side of the yacht With a cinder block tied in a permanent knot Queen Anne’s Revenge in the wake, let the waves take shape in my name Dead Man’s Chest where your crew get pressed, now they part of the chain Dutchman drift when I lift one hand, let the fog rearrange I don’t chase no myth, I eclipse it, rewrite it, then bury the page The dubloons are digital, the cannons are chrome I turned the deep blue into my throne room home The port is in terror, the sky’s turning black Once the Jolly Roger’s up, there ain't no turning back Who command the abyss when the lanterns die (Cap’n!) Who make tempests twist when they pass him by (Cap’n!) Who make Dutchman rise from the mud and flood All hands bow down, that’s the Pirate God I’m the Pirate King, worship the wake of the ship Keep the cutlass on the hip and a drum in the clip If you ain't with the crew, then you’re fish food, homie Even the sharks and the krakens, they know me Aye, Bermuda distort when I orbit the storm in a war with the sky Coordinates fold, every course get absorbed when I force ‘em to die Leviathan bones mark the zones where the bold and the fortunate tried Now it’s reefs made of fleets that believed they could reach where the forbidden reside Jolly Roger rise, let it rot in your sight like a permanent scar Black Pearl pace, I don’t race, I erase every trace from afar Cannon cadence, let it bang in a pattern, percussion of war Broadside thunder turn a hundred hulls under in seconds, no memoir I got spies in the rigging, I got eyes in the street I’m the reason the merchant ships won't even sleep We don't use a map, we just track the GPS Leaving every single port in a state of distress Davy Jones ledger, I’m checking the debt of the dead in the deep Ink never dry when I sign with the tide, now they tethered to me You chase treasure, I measure the pressure of souls that I keep Every myth you repeat is a piece of the reach of the terror I be Scuttle the ship. Burn the docks. The ocean is mine. And I’m changing the locks. Who bend every chart, every star, every tide (Him!) Who let Kraken wake when he open his eyes No soul survive if they testing my blood Sink or be claimed by the Pirate God I don’t just end you, I enter your vessel and sever the helm and I level the deck I’m taking the wind out your sail and impaling your crew on the edge of a wreck I’m owning the ocean, eroding your motion, you step and you’re already checked I call in the storm and deform every course, now there’s nowhere to run or protect I’m cracking your mast and I’m stacking your fate in a pattern of cannon attack I’m dragging you under, the thunder above and the hull getting split from the back Total mutiny if you touch the gold in the chest Put a hole in your chest, let the salt do the rest Hull start splitting, hear the timber complain Wind start shifting but it whisper my name Prayers get lost, never reach who you claim Sea chose a ruler, now nothing the same Storm in my lungs, every tide in a bind Every last wave get aligned to my mind Legends dissolve when they step in my brine I don’t chase, I define Seven seas? Nah, I’m taking the whole world Lower the lifeboats... there ain't enough room for all of you Who command the abyss when the lanterns die (Cap’n! Cap’n!) Who make tempests twist when they pass him by (Cap’n! Cap’n!) I’m the Pirate King, I’m the Pirate God Black sails, gold chains, every knee on the sod Heave ho, depth below Names get lost where the cold tides flow Heave ho, don’t you know God of the sea, you’re already owed (Yeah…) Worship the phantom… Worship the Pirate God.