When they brought me before the council Yoda keeled over
I barely spoke before he’s zoning on a Midichlorian overdose
They all wear overcloaks, most are blokes
The council’s will overthrown
Palpatine ascends the throne
Lightsabres red as vodafone
His feared guard make poor hosts, dinnerguests get forcechoked
Most of them have forked tongues to go with their rayguns
During Viceroy Gunray’s spiel about trade embargos, imagine X Wings on runways and jawas and runaways
Look like you haven’t used yours in while
Frozen in carbonite you couldn’t get hard
We always get ours, I’m above cloud city on cloud 12
Once I’m past the fences I’m swinging for them
Right through defences
Plying my amateur dentistry
I subtract density from your skull
As if cracking you was my destiny
Full in the face another smack
Even Jedi cop a black eye with the wrong vibe I’m not that guy
Jabba in barges and bitches if not in body, Boba Fetish mask
Consider masking tape a hobby
Your monitor line is lying down, flat as the bottom of my Erlenmeyer flask
Your penultimate vessel to be the Sarlacc barge before a somersaulting Jedi barged in.
Alchemisland 
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