Fett’s Vett lyrics by MC Chris Cruisin’ Mos Espa In my Delorean. War’s over I’m a peacetime Madalorian. 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 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 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 Well I’m Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hut To finance my Vette (wikkiwikkiwik) I chill in deep space A mask is over my face Well 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 an enigma Get inside the Slave One find your homin’ 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 in 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 mamma is a bitch! I’ll see you in the Sarlaac …