Mister GingerBread

The Hell is wrong with you?
Go ahead and inform your crew
That I can end your career in less than a Fleet or Two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Your Sister with the Herpy virus
Dead or worse, I got more Kills than Leavenworth
This Pilots name backwards call me "Daerbreging"
I shoot Pilots with knives, stab Pilots with guns
Kiss your Girls and shake your babies
I make you Family hurt
Fuck the CVA too
Them Pilots are Backstreet boys
I should Fly over them with my Girl bedroom toys
The Stations in an uproar over the hustler
I got it on lockup like up Highsec but much more
These Noob Pilots sayin' that they rollin' wit them Goons
But the only rollin they are doin' is rollin' on them loony Toons
They Crazy
Speakin' of rollin'
We roll
You will see us get ISK before you see us Go
Low Sec Pilots
The opposite of Indy Corps
The only thing singin is my Missile when Im takin those indys Ships