Rhymin' & Stealin'

Because mutiny on, the bounty's what we're all about I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad, gettin' bolder, cold, gettin' colder Terrorizin' suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the knees We got 16 men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers, and I'll shoot the rest Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' 'Cause I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatchin' gold chains, nickin' pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches and bitties with titties Housin' all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Takin' out emcees with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big bitin' suckers gettin' thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches, man, they're on the ace Ah, Captain Bligh is gonna die when we break his face Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feelin' I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torchin' and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and rapin', bustin' two in the ceilin' I'm wheelin', I'm dealin', I'm drinkin', not thinkin' Never cower, never shower, and I'm always stinkin' Yo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky Skirt-chasin', free-basin', killin' every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feelin' I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' I was I've been drinkin' my rum, a def son of a gun (I fought the law) and I cold won Blackbeard's weak, Moby Dick's on the chicks 'Cause I pull out the jammy, and I squeeze off six My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' And I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' 'Cause I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most chillinest b-boy I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most killingest b-boy I am most chill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most dustin'-out b-boy I tossin' my dust Most finkiest b-boy I'm doin' that finkin' Most rhyminest b-boy I'm stretchin' my shade Most shootinest b-boy I think you're shit Most rhyminest b-boy I'll steal your shit, homeboy Most taxinest b-boy I tax you, boy Most illingest, illingest, illingest b-boy Waxin' all y'all squares Yeah