Rhymin & Stealin - Beastie Boys (野兽男孩)

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 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

Ali Baba and the forty thieves

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'

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

And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gateAli Baba and the forty thieves

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'

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 ****'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 dusted out B-Boy I'm torchin' my dust

Most thinkinest B-Boy I'm doing the thinking

Most rhyminest B-Boy I'm stretching my shades

Most shootinest B-Boy I'll sink your ship

Most robbinest B-Boy I'll see you in the street homeboy

Most taxinest B-Boy I'll tax you boy

Most illinest stealinest villianest B-Boy tax it on y'all squares

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