Rhymin' and Stealin'

[Produced by Rick Rubin and Beastie Boys] 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 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 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 biting 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 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 wheelin', 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 drinking my rum - a def son of a gun *I fought the law* and I cold won Blackbeard'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 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 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