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Rhymin' And Stealin' Lyrics

Album/Collection: Licensed To Ill
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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

     (chorus) 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

     (repeat chorus)

     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

     (repeat chorus)

     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

     (repeat chorus)

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