[Intro: Admiral Conan Antonio Motti (Richard LeParmentier]
This station is now the ultimate power in the universe! I suggest we use it!
[Chorus: Benny Holiday]
We some motherfuckin' Death Stars, get you fed to star Reptars
Let the lead spark, hit your Kevlar
We some motherfuckin' Death Stars, ain't no amateur boys
Cannons deployed, get your planet destroy
'Cause we motherfuckin' Death Stars, hundred goons on a bloody moon
Snowgoons, motherfucker! Who the fuck is you?
[Verse 1: Benny Holiday]
Camouflaged raider, Doom Squadron sharpshooter
Beskar plated suit of armor on a Dark Trooper
Moff Gideon, space murders, heart obsidian
Falcon Millennium laser turret scorchin' a million
Godly lineage to monsters with a thousand eyes
Immortal syndicates, Martian ships with countless tribes
Crowd the sky and fly directly to your lord's throne
Behead him with the strength of Kevin Sorbo, deformed clones
Outmaneuver playin' Cowboys and Indians with futuristic rocket booster alloyed Timberlands
It's Temple Number Twelve, mercenaries at the murder mosque
Visions from the pits of Hell, burnin' on inverted cross
Been a spawn, fed talk, go get your head bombed
Boom, bam, Lieutenant Dan, pussy, your legs gone
Bet that I flip a four on me like Brett Favre, archvillain guardin' your memoirs
[Chorus: Benny Holiday]
We some motherfuckin' Death Stars, get you fed to star Reptars
Let the lead spark, hit your Kevlar
We some motherfuckin' Death Stars, ain't no amateur boys
Cannons deployed, get your planet destroy
'Cause we motherfuckin' Death Stars, hundred goons on a bloody moon
Snowgoons, motherfucker! Who the fuck is you?
[Verse 2: Benny Holiday]
In the face of incalculable calculations I embrace faith with vigor
Spray triggers, Great Spirit River straight to Krishna
Graves interred, your ass is missin' in a black tomb
It's fast movin' assassins blendin' with the statues
Slash through your coat of armor, hold the daughter
Holy aura Okinawa, golden author, molten lava
Solid bomber, demon at you with the sword and cleavers
Morbid creature bleedin' acid on Sigourney Weaver
Space station's full of Facehuggers, Blade Runner, DNA structure Cain's brother
Make you suffer, feel the pain at a millionfold
Savage hands tear your brain from your inner skull
Holiday, Southern type with a double knife
Flowin' like the cloak of Darth Maul on a hover bike
Fuckin' right, so chip an eighth off a brick
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