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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, nicking 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

Blackbeard’s weak — Moby Dick’s on the chicks

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 illingest b-boy, I got that feeling

And I am most ill and I’m rhymin' and stealin'

Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling

I am most ill and I’m rhymin' and stealin'

Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling

'Cause I am most ill and I’m rhymin' and stealin'

Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling

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 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

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