Stomp Out Their Hope - JT Music

I’m a Dark Lord — who’s got no competition

I’m not what you’d call a politician

'Cause I didn’t run for my position

I took it with the force — it’s strong with this one

So don’t be shocked when you’re my next victim

Any rebels left?

I’ll order 66 'em (do it)

Like moisture farmers with good income

You’ll no longer be in existence

Your hatred is only gonna make you stronger

Want a plot twist?

I am your father (wow)

Now do my bidding, bantha fodder

All I wanna hear from you is «roger roger»

Listen, if your name is Luke, can I ask for a hand?

Tell me where is the rest of your pitiful little band?

Cut me in half, I’ll come back from the dead

Then at long last the Sith will have their revenge (ahahaha)

There’s a war in the stars tonight

And the Dark Side has come to shut off the light

Wanna make a deal?

Strike the bargain right

Otherwise, sweet dreams in that carbonite

Oh oh, Solo’s triggered!

Sorry Han

Careful where you put your next target on

Don’t make me drop a grand moff tarking bomb

With my fire rhymes — watch out Alderaan

We’ll send them running

If they got nothing to fight for

Stomp out their hope

The Dark Side is coming

We’ll give you something to die for

Stomp out their hope

Buckle up, hit the jets hard

That’s not a suggestion — it’s a threat, Darth

Even if I give you a parsec head start

You’ll get as far as the second Death Star

This ain’t a pod race, but you wanna bet?

The dice might be rigged, have you rolled 'em yet?

Mess with the rebels and you’re in overhead

I’ll be the Sarlaac to your Boba Fett

I’m like Yoda — with oversized robes and yet

I took down an empire — never broke a sweat

I’ll destroy your war machines and battledroids

I’m the reason Palpatine has hemorrhoids (aah)

Yeah I’m a little short for a stormtrooper

I only stand out 'cause I’m not a poor shooter

Checkmate, Vader, you can say «goodnight» now

Kenobi status — got the high ground (hello there)

You’re scheming like a hologram

'Cause I’m seeing right through all your plans

Meanwhile, I’ll raise the bar like a Skywalker

'Cause I hate losing more than Chewbacca

From Kashyyyk to Tattooine

Kamino’s seas, Endor’s forests, Jakku’s heat

I bring SWAG like a fashionable Naboo queen

Trapped between red and green blaster beams

It’s a tragety — that I had to trash your fleet

'Cause now we have to clean up that debris

This galaxy ain’t safe for traitors

Now let’s see the color of your lightsaber

We’re fed up with running

If we got something to fight for

We still got hope

We know that you’re coming

But we’ve got something to die for

We still got hope (we still got hope)