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Hi Book! jerry ,its kelsey!!

That's vandalism

How's shit going? I'm having fun at home. Me and Tiffany are having the time of our lives. I almost forgot what life on the outside was like.

You're vandalism.

jerry i want in your pants--Book

Hey Kelsey, why'd you put those lyrics on the page? And Book better call no homo, even if it wasn't him.

Good call. We're the pioneers of Wiki-messaging. Let it be known.

yep...BUTTCHEEKS! P.S.--

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 offense 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 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 runin' 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 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

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 to get

Got bambinas at cantinas Waitin' to lick my lusty lips So I'll 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 Pyro 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)

[Snoop Dogg] La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (Spread the weed out there!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch quit talkin, crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the X you'll be relievin your stress

[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh [Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh [Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G

[Dr. Dre] Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (wessyde) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?) Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it's the next episode...

[Nate Dogg] Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't, caaaare We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY....

.... smoke weed everday!