[Produced by Rick Rubin and Beastie Boys][Verse 1]Because mutiny on the Bounty's what we're all aboutI'm gonna board your ship and turn it on outNo soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder, cold getting colderTerrorizing suckers on the seven seasAnd if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the kneesWe got sixteen men on a dead man's chestAnd I shot those suckers, and I'll shoot the rest[Hook]Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling'Cause I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'[Verse 2]Shhh-Snatching gold chains, nicking pieces of eightI got your money and your honey and the fly name plateWe got wenches on the benches and bitties with tittiesHousing all girlies from city to cityOne for all and all for oneTaking out emcees with a big shotgunAll for one and one for allBecause the Beastie Boys have gone AWOLFriggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throatBig biting suckers gettin' thrown in the moatWe got maidens and wenches, man, they're on the aceAh, Captain Bligh is gonna die when we break his face[Hook]Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feelingI am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'[Bridge]Ali Baba and the forty thievesAli Baba and the forty thievesAli Baba and the forty thievesAli Baba and the forty thievesAli Baba and the forty thievesAli Baba and the forty thievesAli Baba and the forty thievesAli Baba and the forty thieves[Verse 3]Torching and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin'Robbin' and raping, busting two in the ceilingI'm wheelin', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not thinkingNever cower, never shower, and I'm always stinkingYo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass MonkeyAnd when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funkySkirt-chasin', free-basin', killin' every villageWe drink and rob and rhyme and pillage[Hook]Most illingest b-boy, well, I got that feelingI am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'[Verse 4]I was…I've been drinking my rum, a def son of a gun(I fought the law) And I cold wonBlackbeard's weak, Moby Dick's on the chicks'Cause I pull out the jammy, and I squeeze off sixMy pistol is loaded, I shot Betty CrockerDeliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' lockerRhymin' and stealin' in a drunken stateAnd I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate[Hook]Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelingAnd I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelingI am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'[Hook]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 feelingI am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'[Outro]Most chillinest b-boyI am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'Most killingest b-boyI am most chill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'Most dustin'-out b-boyI tossin' my dustMost finkiest b-boyI'm doin' that finkin'Most rhyminest b-boyI'm stretchin' my shadeMost shootinest b-boyI think you're shitMost rhyminest b-boyI'll steal your shit, homeboyMost taxinest b-boyI tax you, boyMost illingest, illingest, illingest b-boyWaxin' all y'all squaresYeah
