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| quote: | Originally posted by tribu
Cruisin mos espa in my delorian.
War's over I'm a peacetime madalorian.
My story has stumped star wars historians...
deep in deabte 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...
got something against skywalker someone he really hates.
I don't give a f**k. 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 cuz I'm really booked.
I'm a devious degenerate, defender of the devil...
shut down all the trash compactor's on the detention level.
My backpack's got jets
I'm boba the fett
I bounty hunt for Jaba Hut
To finance my vette (wikki wikki wik)
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 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 s**t is tight
start not acting in 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?
Yer mama is a bitch, I 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, 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 a 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 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 jar jar in speech therapy
My backpack's got jets
I'm boba the fett
I bounty hunt for Jaba Hut
To finance my vette (wikki wikki wik)
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.
Slice you open like a tan tan, 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 paln unfolds, no politic is legit
Back in the day when I was a slave
Living live in the fast lane like in a pod race
My mean streak tweeked I became a basket case
So this space ace split that place poste haste
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 de barge
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 d**k so hard
Cuz it's long long ago in a p***y 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 |
wasent that on flashflashrevolution...
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