Iden Versio
Iden Versio
I'd universe yo, Iden a verse, yo
I'd in a verse for Iden Versio
They've only gone and blown the Death Star
To smithereens as if it was a hill of beans
But we won't give up easily
Remnants of a Galactic Empire
Back to send fire
Enact revenge for absent friends
Defend their pride and then die
A death that heaven sent for us
We're meant to avenge the Emperor
With relentless lust to see the Rebellion
Crushed to pieces of debris and dust
Don't get it back to front
'Cause after that you're done
Galactic action stunts
Massive guns that pack a punch
So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
Run and jump back to the battlefront
Don't get it back to front
'Cause after that you're done
Galactic action stunts
Massive guns that pack a punch
So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
Run and jump back to the battlefront
When the Empire's my employer
Then I get to ride in a Star Destroyer
Loyal to the path of the dark
But apart from that, no morals like a lawyer
Don't just stand there startled, voyeur
Avoiding a fight I've started for you
Oh yeah, I will send an inferno
Burn your final breath
You'll find no women, you'll find no men
Finer than I or Kylo Ren
So why pretend any different
When I don't give a hoot, I offend
Get in a fight with Iden then
I will pen you a violent end
Send my guys to find your friends
With an identical plight for them
Hit hyperspace, this sight's amazing
It's like a maze of lit light for days
Skies ablaze, shipsides are quaking
Just like the bass, it's time we're taking
This fight and chasing it, lightning pace
Give the dice a shake, six, strike the base
Whoop, my mistake, hit your hiding place
You better find another quick, right away
Don't get it back to front
'Cause after that you're done
Galactic action stunts
Massive guns that pack a punch
So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
Run and jump back to the battlefront
Don't get it back to front
'Cause after that you're done
Galactic action stunts
Massive guns that pack a punch
So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
Run and jump back to the battlefront
End these rebels who are striking the Death Star
Then we'll fly in where the rest are
Never rest 'til it's bedtime
Crying "get out the Xbox!"
And they're like "yes, ma!"
That wasn't my best line
That wasn't my best bar by far
I've kept the best for the end part
Giving you a head start, oh, you'll need it
The dark side wants your soul to feed it
Assault indeed and leave it
Molten, beaten, halting
Heed the alarm call
These daft fools want to start? Cool
I'm a glass always half full kind of arsehole
Harsh, cruel, so these bastards
Want to play hard rule
I'll bring sharp tools and a lot of fuel
For my TIE Fighter, fly high, guys
Want to carpool? Can I ask you?
Why does Admiral Ackbar talk
Like Ja Rule went to art school
And it got tall? Fuck all
Come and fight Darth Maul
In a dark hall whilst sparks fall
Like trying to rub his arm in a bar brawl
That's hardcore, that's Star Wars
Don't get it back to front
'Cause after that you're done
Galactic action stunts
Massive guns that pack a punch
So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
Run and jump back to the battlefront
Don't get it back to front
'Cause after that you're done
Galactic action stunts
Massive guns that pack a punch
So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
Run and jump back to the battlefront
