I'd like to butter your muffin, I'm not bluffin', serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'. — Beastie Boys Copy Share Image
On the Gong Show, we won't get gonged. We're the Beastie Boys, not Cheech and Chong. — Beastie Boys Cheech And Chong Copy Share Image
Breakup with your girl and it ended in tears, Vincent VanGogh and mail that ear. — Beastie Boys Heartbreak Copy Share Image
I went to get a loan and they asked my race, so I wrote human inside the space. — Beastie Boys Space Copy Share Image
This girl walked by, she gave me the eye, I reached in my locker and grabbed the Spanish Fly. — Beastie Boys Copy Share Image
Me in the corner with a good looking daughter, I dropped my drawers and it was like Welcome Back Kotter. — Beastie Boys Children Copy Share Image
It's not how you play the game, it's how you win it. I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic. — Beastie Boys Copy Share Image
I got lucky, brought home a kitten. Before I got busy, I slapped on my mittens. — Beastie Boys Copy Share Image
I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border, the sheriffs after me for what I did to his… — Beastie Boys Children Copy Share Image
I got a girl in a castle and one in a pagoda. You know, I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda. — Beastie Boys Rhymes Copy Share Image
You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan, you're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin. — Beastie Boys Copy Share Image
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back… — Beastie Boys Money Copy Share Image
All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters sitting in the White House pulling their peters. — Beastie Boys Marriage Copy Share Image
Gettin' rhymed in the mind, two hits in a car, put my pager on private, jerk myself off. — Beastie Boys Psychology Copy Share Image
If I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page. The girls I like are all under aged. — Beastie Boys Copy Share Image
Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village, we drink and rob and rhyme and pillage. — Beastie Boys Copy Share Image
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair, so I can climb up and get into your underwear. — Beastie Boys Copy Share Image
