Fett's Vette (From ''zack & Miri Make a Porn'' Made Famous by MC Chris) [Backing Track Instrumental Version]

歌詞

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! Rhyme renegade, sure to penetrate 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 Chorus: 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 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 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 Chorus