Rhymin And Stealin Lyrics - Beastie Boys

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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 cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen 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 feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

Snatching gold chains vicking 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
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out MC's 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 biting suckers gettin' thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches man they're on the ace
Ah Captain Bly is gonna' die when we break his face

Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
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

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling' I'm dealin' I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower never shower and I'm always stinking
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 feeling
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
Black Beard's weak Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I pull out the jammy and 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 Well I got that feeling
And I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy Well I got that feeling
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 ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dustin' out b-boy
I tossin' my dust
Most finkienst b-boy
I'm doin' that finkin'
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'm streachin' my shade
Most shootinest b-boy
I think you're shit
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'll steal your xxxx homeboy
Most taxinest b-boy
I tax you boy
Most illingest illingest illingest b-boy
Waxin' all y'all squares
Yeah

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