MC Chris - Fett's Vette lyrics

Cruisin' Mos Espa, in my DeLorean
War's over, I'm a peacetime Mandalorian
The story has stumped Star Wars historians
Deep in debate, buffet plate at Bennigan's

Rhyme renegade, sure to penetrate
First and second offense, I won't hesitate
Got a job to do
And Darth's the guy that delegates
Got somethin' against Skywalker
Someone he really hates
I don't give a fuck I'm after Solo
For all I care
He could be hidin' at Yoda's dojo
Gotta make the money, credit's no good
When the Jawas run the
Shop in your neighborhood (Ya heard?)
Think you can cook? I got a grappling hook
Let's make this quick 'cause
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
Well, I'm Boba, the Fett
Well, I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette (Wiki-wiki-wiki)
Well, I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well, I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause my time I don't like to waste
Get down!

I'm a question wrapped inside enigma
Get inside of Slave 1
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 actin' right
You're frozen in carbonite
Got telescopic sight
Flame-throwers on my wrist
You still don't get the gist? Spiked
Boots are made to kick
Targets are made to hit You
Think I give a shit?
Your momma is a bitch! I'll see
You in the Sarlacc pit
You just flipped my switch
Integrity's been dissed
You scratchin' on my itch! You
Know I shoot the gift
I got bambinas at cantinas waitin'
To lick my lusty lips
So I'll let you get back
Inside your little space ship
Give you a head start
'cause I'm the sportin' kind
Consider the startin' line the sneaky
Smile I hide inside
I hope you have hyper drive (drive)
Pray to stay alive ('live)
Don't try to slip me a five
(five) 'cause I never take a bribe (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 got a Death Star
Got four payments on my car
Hand it over to Hammerhead at Mos Eisley bar
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 goin' legit would be like
Jar Jar in speech therapy

My backpack's got jets
Well, I'm Boba, the Fett
Well, I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette (Wiki-wiki-wiki)
Well, I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well, I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause 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
Jabba has a hissy fit, contact Calrissian
Over a Colt 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
Post haste
Took up a noble cause, called the Clone Wars
Life's not all about girls and cars
Gettin' 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
'Cause it's long-long ago in a pussy far-far
Call me master
'cause 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 sucker MC's can call me sire!
My backpack's got jets
Well, I'm Boba, the Fett
Well, I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette