Jump to content

Now Listening To ...


JaneDead

Recommended Posts

I fucking love MC Chris. There. I said it. I feel better already.

I fucking love MC Chris. There. I said it. I feel better already.

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 defence

I won't hesitate

Got a job to do

when 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 hidin' at Yoda's dojo

Gotta make the money

Credit's no good

When the jawas run a shop

In your neighborhood

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

chorus

My backpack's got jets

Well I'm Boba the Fett

Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt

To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

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 an enigma

Get inside of Slave One

Find your homing signal

From Endor to Hoth

Ridley to Spock

I'll find what you want

But there's gonna be a cost

See, 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

Yo 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 gif

I get bambinas at cantinas

when I lick my lusty lips

So I let you get back inside

Your little space ship

Give you a head start

'Cause I'm the sportin' kind

Consider the starting line

The sneaky smile I hide inside

Hope you have hyper drive (drive)

pray to stay alive ('live)

Don't try to slip me a five

'Cause 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 like

Jar Jar on speech therapy

Chorus

My backpack's got jets

Well I'm Boba the Fett

Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt

To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

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 Taun Taun

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 slave

Living life in the fast lane

Like in a pod race

My mean streak tweaked

I became a basket case

So this space ace

Split that place, poste haste

Took up a noble cause

Called the Clone Wars

'Cause 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 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 sucka MCs

Can call me sire

Chorus

My backpack's got jets! (jets jets jets)

Well I'm Boba the Fett! (the Fett the Fett)

Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt, (Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt)

...To finance my 'Vette (my 'Vette my 'Vette my 'Vette my 'Vette)

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I see patterns in the wind and in the sand.

I see the stars, I read the clouds, I understand.

Then the madness overwhelmed; I lost control.

It was cut out for each stain upon my soul.

All who died and everything is alive.

Communion.

I saw a man, I knew his face, he called my name.

And the house I'd never seen still looked the same.

Then I found all my possessions by the fire.

The physical world fell into place; I had all I desired.

The mind begins to doubt what the heart already knows.

Reason gives into rhyme, mind begins to blow.

Reoccurring people, numbers, faces,

And I abandon all my need for explanation.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Love the fact that this guy lives in Detroit because Constantin and I have a personal goal to find this dude and take him to a gay bar.

Love the fact that this guy lives in Detroit because Constantin and I have a personal goal to find this dude and take him to a gay bar.
Edited by Chernobyl
Link to comment
Share on other sites

FLA - Maniacal

One of my favorites by them, so much imagery when I listen to it. Sounds that force me to think in scenes amaze me.

FLA - Maniacal

One of my favorites by them, so much imagery when I listen to it. Sounds that force me to think in scenes amaze me.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now

×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Terms of Use.