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    "Rhymin' And Stealin'" Lyrics

    Beastie Boys

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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 - 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
    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


    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

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Melanie Coley for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Adam Horowitz, Adam Yauch, Michael Diamond, Rick Rubin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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