This is a song about "Jabba the hut"

Razor grips, laser spit

Got the passion for the music

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the