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