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Lyrics: 
 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
 
 Most illingest b-boy, 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...
 
 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, freebasing, killing every village
 We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
 
 Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling
 I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
 
 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
 
 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 chillingest 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'
 
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