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Late night. Few posts. Lets rap.
Direct copy and paste of lyrics. This might fail horribly.
Orwellian Corellian a killer for credits
A temper tantrum phantom with the penchant for menace
I got a wicked head cold could somebody call the medics
So many cybernetics hallucinations and head aches
I was a stone cold daddy I was so long gone
Young and stupid I was swoopin' in the swamp with Han
Final lap it's a trap Solo sneaks up from behind
Got a forehead full of flames and I feared to cross the line
Brain was bashed ride was smashed on a crystalline stem
I was fucked, out of luck and I wished to be dead
But the empire scooped me up they delivered me from hell
Filled my brain in hate and pain like a ghost in a shell
They took away compassion and my ability to care
Say they took my heart but it wasn't ever there
And in that very place they put a more persistent rage
Sworn to kill the kid who put his thruster in my face
I will never flake on how you changed my life
(no way)
My minds a machine and its always in overdrive
(watch out)
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