Fett's Vette

Cruisin' Mos Espa in my De Lorean War's over I'm a peacetime Mandalorian My story has stumped Star Wars historians Deep in debate buffet plate at Bennigans Rhyme renegade sure to penetrate First and second defense I won't hesitate Got a job to do when Darth's the guy that delegates Got something against Skywalker someone he really hates I don't give a fuck. I'm after Solo For all I care he could be hiding at Yoda's dojo Gotta make the money, credit's no good When the Jawas run the shop in your neighborhood Think you can cook? I got a grappling hook Let's make this quick coz I'm really booked I'm a devious, degenerate defender of the devil Shut down all the trash compactors on the detention level My backpack's got jets. Well I'm Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt to finance my 'Vette Well I chill in deep space, a mask is over my face Well I deliver the prize but I still narrow my eyes Coz my time I don't like to waste. Get down! I'm a question wrapped inside an enigma Get inside the Slave One, find your homing signal From Endor to Hoth, Ripley to Spock I'll find what you want, but there's gonna be a cost Say my name is Boba Fett. I know my shit is tight Start not acting right, you're frozen in carbonite Got telescopic sight, flame throwers on my wrist You still don't get the jist? Spiked boots are made to kick Targets are made to hit. You think I give a shit? Your mama is a bitch! I'll see you in the Sarlaac pit You just flipped my switch, integrity been dissed You scratchin' on my itch. You know I shoot to get Got bambinas at cantinas waitin to lick my lusty lips So I'll let you get back inside you're little space ship Give you a head start, coz I'm the sporting kind Consider the starting line-up the sneaky smile I hide inside Hope you have hyper drive (drive), pray to stay alive (live) Don't try to slip me a five coz I never take a bribe To the beat of a different drummer, bad ass bounty hunter Let no man put asunder or else they be put under As in six feet. Got an imperial fleet Backing me up. Gonna blow up any attempt to defeat They got the Death Star, got four payments on my car Hand it over to Hammerhead at Mos Eisley bar He used to carjack, now he's a barback Just goes to show how you can get back on the right track Guess for me that's not an option, can't say that with more clarity Me going legit would be like Jar Jar in speech therapy My backpack's got jets. Well I'm Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt to finance my 'Vette Well I chill in deep space, a mask is over my face Well I deliver the prize but I still narrow my eyes Coz my time I don't like to waste. Get down! Slice you open like a tauntaun, faster than the Autobahn Or a motorbike in Tron, do the deed and then I'm gone Jabba has a hissyfit, contact Calrissian Over a Colt, the plan unfolds, no politic is legit Back in the day when I was a slave Living life in the fast lane like in a pod race My mean streak tweaked I became a basket case So this space ace split that place post-haste Took up a noble cause called the Clone Wars Coz life's not all about girls and cars Getting fucked up in fucked up bars See I'm not a retard or gay like DeBarge I'm large and in charge with a face so scarred A cold black heart that's been torn apart The Sith wish that they had a dick so hard Coz it's long, long ago in a pussy far, far Call me "master, " coz I'm faster than Pryor on fire I no longer have to hot wire I'm a hunter for hire with no plans to retire And all the sucka MC's can call me "Sire!" My backpack's got jets Well I'm Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt To finance my 'Vette

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