Cruisin' Mos Espa in my De Lorean,
War's over I'm a peacetime Mandalorian.
My story has stumped
Star Wars historians
Deep in debate
buffet plate at Bennigans.
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 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
coz 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.
Well I chill in deep space,
a mask is over my face.
Well I deliver the prize
but I still narrow my eyes
Coz 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 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'll see you in the Sarlaac pit.
You just flipped my switch,
integrity been dissed.
You scratchin' on my itch.
You know I shoot to get.
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,
coz I'm the sporting 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
coz 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 si feet. Got an
imperial fleet backing me up.
Gonna blow up any attempt to defeat.
They got the 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.
Guess for me that's not an option,
can't say that with more clarity.
Me going 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.
Well I chill in deep space,
a mask is over my face.
Well I deliver the prize
but I still narrow my eyes
Coz 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 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 post haste.
Took up a noble cause
called the Clone Wars
Coz life's not all about girls and cars,
Getting f ked up in f ked 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 d k so hard
Coz it's long, long ago
in a p y far, far.
Call me "master," coz 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!"
My backpack's got jets.
Well I'm Boba the Fett.
Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette.
