- Beastie Boys Rhymin and Stealing 歌詞
- Beastie Boys
- Because Mutiny on the
Bountys what were all about
Im gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
Cause Im bad gettin bolder, cold cold gettin colder
Terrorizin suckers on the seven seas
And if youve got beef, you get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead mans chest
And I shot those suckers and
Ill shoot the rest
Most illingest b-boy,
I got that feelin
Cause I am most ill and
Im rhymin and stealin
Shh! Snatchin gold chains, vikin 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
MCs with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the
Beastie Boys have gone
A.W.O.LFriggin in the riggin, man, cuttin your throat
Big bitin suckers gettin thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches, man theyre on the ace
Captain Blighs gonna die when we break his face
Most illingest b-boy,
I got that feelin
I am most ill and
Im 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 theforty thieves
Torchin and crackin and rhymin and stealin
Robbin and rapin, bustin two in the ceilin
Im wheelin,
Im dealin,
Im drinkin, not thinkin
Never cower, never shower and
Im 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
Im rhymin and stealin
I was drinkin my rum , a deaf son of a gun
I fought the law and
I cold won
Black Beards weak,
Moby Dicks on the tick
Cause I pull out the jammy and
I squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded,
I shot Betty
CrockerDeliver
Colonel Sanders down to
Davey Jones locker
Rhymin and stealin in a drunken state
And Ill be rockin my rhymes all the way to hells gate
Most illingest b-boy,
I got that feelin
I am most ill and
Im rhymin and stealin
Most illingest b-boy,
I got that feelin
I am most ill and
Im rhymin and stealin
Most illingest b-boy,
I got that feelin
Cause I am most ill and
Im rhymin and stealin
Most illingest b-boy,
I got that feelin
I am most ill and
Im rhymin and stealin
Mostchillinest b-boy
I am most ill and
Im rhymin and stealin
Most killingest b-boy
I am most ill and
Im rhymin and stealin
Most dustin out b- boy,
Im tossin my dust
Most finkinest b-boy,
Im doin that finkin
Most rhyminest b-boy,
Im stretchin my shade
Most shootinest b-boy,
I think youre shit
Most rhyminest b-boy,
Ill steal your shit homeboy
Most taxinest b-boy,
Ill tax you boy
Most illingest illingest illingest b-boy
Taxin all yall squares, yeah!
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