| Because mutiny on the bounty’s what we’re all about
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| I’m gonna board your ship and turn it on out
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| No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
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| 'Cause I’m bad gettin' bolder — cold getting colder
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| Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
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| And if you’ve got beef — you’ll get capped in the knees
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| We got sixteen men on a dead man’s chest
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| And I shot those suckers and I’ll shoot the rest
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| Most illingest b-boy — I got that feeling
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| Cause I am most ill and I’m rhymin' and stealin'
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| Snatching gold chains — vicking pieces of eight
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| I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
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| We got wenches on the benches — and bitties with titties
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| Housing all girlies from city to city
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| One for all and all for one
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| Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun
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| All for one and one for all
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| Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
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| Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
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| Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
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| We got maidens and wenches — man they’re on the ace
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| Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
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| Ali Baba and the forty thieves
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| Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
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| Robbin' and raping — busting two in the ceiling
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| I’m wheeling' - I’m dealin' - I’m drinking, not thinking
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| Never cower, never shower — and I’m always stinking
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| Ho ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
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| And when my girlie shakes her hips — she sure gets funky
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| Skirt chasing, free basing — killing every village
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| We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
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| I’ve been drinking my rum — a Def son of a gun
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| I fought the law and I cold won
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| Black Beard’s weak — Moby Dick’s on the tick
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| 'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
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| My pistol is loaded — I shot Betty Crocker
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| Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
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| Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
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| And I’ll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell’s gate |