If there were songs that said engineering is a rewarding career with job security, then kids might be motivated to pursue the career. In truth, they see their dads and uncles get laid off for years at a time, unable to get jobs as they get older. Banking or Law seem like pretty boring jobs, but because of its image of security, plenty of kids go for the latter careers.

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Lyrics to “Fett’s Vette” from “life’s a bitch and i’m her pimp”

“cruisin mos espa in my delorian
war’s over I’m a peacetime madalorian
my story has stumped star wars historians
deep in deabte 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 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 compactor’s on the detention level

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My backpack’s got jets
I’m boba the fett
I bounty hunt for jaba hut
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
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 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 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
Yer 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 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, cuz I’m the sportin 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 cuz 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 jar jar in speech therapy

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Slice you open like a tan tan, 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 paln unfolds, no politic is legit
Back in the day when I was a slave
Living live in the fast lane like in a pod race
My mean streak tweeked I became a basket case
So this space ace split that place poste haste
Took up a noble cause called the clone wars
Cuz 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
Cuz it’s long long ago in a pussy far far
Call me master cuz 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

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