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