Mc Chris - Fett's Vette Lyrics
Cruisin' Mos Espa in my Delorian,War's over I'm a peacetime Mandalorian.My story has stumped star wars historiansDeep in debate buffet plate at Bennigans.Rhyme renegade sure to penetrateFirst and second defense I won't hesitate.Got a job to do Darth's the guy that delegates.Got something against Skywalker someone he really hates.I don't give a *****. I'm after SoloFor all I care he could be hiding at Yoda's dojo.Gotta make the money, credit's no goodWhen 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. 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 eyesCoz 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 *****! 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 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 fleetBacking 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 barbackJust 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.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 eyesCoz 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.Jaba has a hissyfit, contact Calrissian,Over a Colt, the plan unfolds, no politic is legit.Back in the day when I was a slaveLiving life in the fast lane like in a pod race,My mean streak tweaked I became a basket caseSo this space ace split that place poste haste.Took up a noble cause called the Clone WarsCoz life's not all about girls and cars,Getting *****ed up in *****ed 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 hardCoz it's long, long ago in a ***** far, far.Call me "master," coz I'm faster than Pryor on fireI 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. I'm Boba the Fett.I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt to finance my 'Vette.
