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Fett's Vette
MC Chris
Cruisin' Mos Espa in my Delorian,
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 Darth's the guy that delegates.
I don't give a fuck. I'm after Solo
Got something against Skywalker someone he really hates.
For all I care he could be hiding at Yoda's dojo.
Gotta make the money, credit's no good
Think you can cook? I got a grappling hook.
When the Jawas run the shop in your neighborhood.
Let's make this quick coz I'm really booked.
Shut down all the trash compactors on the detention level.
I'm a devious degenerate, defender of the devil,
My backpack's got jets. I'm Boba the Fett.
I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt to finance my 'Vette.
I chill in deep space, a mask is over my face.
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?
You just flipped my switch, integrity been dissed.
Your mama is a bitch! I'll see you in the Sarlaac pit.
You scratchin on my itch. You know I shoot the gift.
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 the sneaky smile I hide inside.
Hope you have hyper drive, pray to stay alive.
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 Hammer head 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.
As 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.
I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt to finance my 'Vette.
My backpack's got jets. I'm Boba the Fett.
I chill in deep space, a mask is over my face.
I deliver the prize but I still narrow my eyes
Slice you open like a tauntaun, faster than the Autobahn,
Coz my time I don't like to waste. Get down.
Jaba has a hissyfit, contact Calrissian,
Or a motorbike in Tron, do the deed and then I'm gone.
Back in the day when I was a slave
Over a Colt, the plan unfolds, no politic is legit.
Living life in the fast lane like in a pod race,
Took up a noble cause called the Clone Wars
So this space ace split that place poste haste.
My mean streak tweaked I became a basket case
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,
My backpack's got jets. I'm Boba the Fett.
And all the sucka MC's can call me "Sire"!
I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt to finance my 'Vette.
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