Lyrics MC Chris – Fett’s Vett
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Cruisin’ Mos Espa in my DeLorean
War’s over, I’m a peacetime Mandalorian
My story has stumped Star Wars historians
Deep in debate, buffet plate at Bennigan’s!
First and second defense, I won’t hesitate
Got a job to do, and 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
Got 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 cuz I’m really booked
I’m a devious degenerate, defender of the devil
Shut down all the trash compactors on the detention level
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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
Cuz my time I don’t like to waste
Get down
I’m a question wrapped inside enigma
Get inside of 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
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 see you in the Sarlacc pit
You just flipped my switch, integrity been dissed
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 your little space ship
Gave you a head start, cuz I’m the sportin’ 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 five cuz 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
Backin’ me up, gonna blow up any attempt to defeat
They gotta 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
As for me that’s not an option, can’t say that with more clarity
Me going legit would be Jar Jar in speech therapy
Chorus
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 code 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
Mean streak tweaked I became a basket case
So this space ace split that place posthaste
Took up a noble cause called the Clone Wars
Cuz 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
Cuz it’s long long ago in a pussy far far
Call me master, cuz 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
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