Beastie Boys Rhymin & Stealin Lyrics
            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 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
        
            [chorus]
            Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling
            Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
        
            s_____ing 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 t__ties
            Housing all girlies from city to city
            One for all and all for one
            Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun
            All for one and one for all
            Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
            Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
            Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
            We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace
            Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
        
            [repeat chorus]
        
            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 chasing, free basing - killing every village
            We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
        
            [repeat chorus]
        
            I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun
            I fought the law and I cold won
            Black Beard's weak - Moby d___'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
        
            [repeat chorus]
        
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