Beastie Boys - Rhymin' And 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 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'

               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 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 Dick's on the tick
               'Cause I pull out my 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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