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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 cold gettin' colder
Terrorizin' suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef, you 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 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 MC's with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL
Friggin' in the riggin', man, cuttin' your throat
Big bitin' suckers gettin' thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches, man they're on the ace
Captain Bligh's gonna die when we break his face
Most illingest b-boy, 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, I got that feelin'
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
I was drinkin' 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 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'
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 ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dustin' out b-boy, I'm tossin' my dust
Most finkinest 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'll tax you boy
Most illingest illingest illingest b-boy
Taxin' all y'all squares, yeah!