Yeah it's the return of the Jango
This time I emerge from the sand though
Sarlacc scars have me burned in a permanent tan
Now I'm turning my hand to the world of the gangster
Dragged through the dunes by a Bantha
Bacta's the future I'm tanked up and angered
Found my luck ran out after Cloud City
Now I'm looking down from my balcony
Down on the ground there's bound to be bountiful
Amounts of bounties and bouncing beats
How many helpers are down for me Damn
I could count them without any hands
Thankfully I found Finnec Shand
We're dragging each other out of the sand
How you going to stick to whatever you planned for
I've literally got a pet Rancor
If my father has taught me at all
How to follow the Way
When the wallets are talking
Just keep the coin coming my way
Reckon Boba Fett's not a threat Want to bet
I'll raise you that head upon your neck
When there's a debt of honour credits aren't sufficient for respect
So you better come correct
In days gone I stayed in Slave One
But it wasn't the greatest place to slay pum
Now I aim to come back in greater numbers
And there's space for a Leia and Salacious Crumb bruh
Gained earned the trust of the Tusken Raiders
Now they've turned to nothing but dust and vapours
Burnt to a crust just because I stayed with them
I must return just as the dusk and the day does
Call in a couple of favours from the neighbours
And cut off a traitor like the blade of a saber
You'll pay for betraying me I'll change your remains
Into bait for a Krayt leave you laying in a crater
If my father has taught me at all
How to follow the Way
When the wallets are talking
Just keep the coin coming my way
It's just kingpin tings
There'll be no being thin skinned
Pulling strings coiling springs
Calling Din bring him in
It's just kingpin tings
There'll be no singing hymns
Merely avenging sins
Swinging limbs still changing winds
I see you're quite intimate with the Pike Syndicate
I won't even describe what I think of it
There's a time to lie low and a time to rise
A time to strike your foes by surprise
I'm the Damiyo of this dire environment
And fighting crime isn't a nine to five
When in the firing line from sunrise to nightfall
Treading a fine line defines survival
I ride from Mos Eisley to Mos Espa
Why are there mods that have got vespas
That's a lot extra check the technicolour
While the rest of the set couldn't get any duller
That's a mismatched colour palette for the planet
I should shove them in the garage at the bloody palace
Hell I've jabbered enough I'm the new Jabba the Hutt
But with a cool backpack instead of a fat butt
If my father has taught me at all
How to follow the Way
When the wallets are talking
Just keep the coin coming my way
