Fetts Vette

This is a rap song in StarWars time so if you don't understand a part or two,
You probobly didn't watch or play StarWars.

Fetts Vette

Crusa mo sespa,
A mandelorion ,
Wars over and I’m a piece of mandelorion .
My story has stopped
now Star Wars the story as I’m
Steep in debate as I play by violins.
Try communicate
Should have penetrate,
First and second offence,
I won’t hesitate
Jabba dabba doo a garso vet alorion
Shoot that darn personate,
Someone that I really hate
I don’t give a ----
I’m only solo,
For all I care,
He could be hiding in his Jo Jo.
Gotta make the money,
Credit still good
Cause Jabba’s getting shot in his neighborhood.

Think you can cook
I gotta grab my hook
A snake this quick so
I’m really book.

I’m a divest defender.
A defender of the better,
Someone shot me in my back pack so
I’m ready for revenge

(Chorus)
My backpack’s got jets.
A booya, I love vettes.
I’m on a bounty hunt,
For the Jabba hunt,
To finance my vette,
And I chill in deep space.
A mask is over my face.
I can live with the crime, but sing to my eyes
cause my Time I don’t like to waste get down.

Well, I watched Star Wars, but I still didn't get all of this. Still, it had a nice rythym to it.

I kind of understand what's going on. But I still don't know that much about Star Wars. It was ok though and I found it kinda funny that you made a rap out of it. Some of it was very confusing but for the most part, Good Job.

Keep it up.

Lots O' Luv,
Lindsay

Hey, what's up? Did you read the rules for this forum? You're not supposed to post songs that have already been written. These lyrics are from MC Chris' first CD: Life's a B*tch and I'm her Pimp. Incidentally, no crap, I e-mailed MC Chris the first lyrics for this song that he changed and put on his CD. When I say MC Chris changed them, I mean he added swear words and stuff. And you didn't even copy the words correctly it goes like this.

Cruisin' Mos Espa in my Delorian,
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 Darth's the guy that delegates.
Got something against Skywalker someone he really hates.
I don't give a ****. 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. 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
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 junk 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 ****?
Your mama is a *****! 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 the gift.
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, pray to stay alive.
Don't try to slip me a five coz I never take a bribe,
To the beat of a different drummer, bad *** bounty hunter,
Let no man put asunder or else they be put under,
As in six 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 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 in speech therapy.

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
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.
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
Coz life's not all about girls and cars,
Getting ****** up in ****** 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 **** so hard
Coz it's long, long ago in a ***** 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. I'm Boba the Fett.
I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt to finance my 'Vette.

Yeah, These are too close to each other, And I've heard the song before(being the massive nerd that I am) This looks like really bad paraphrasing.

You've already been warned about this before.

*locked*