4 Feet, assume nothing
Brown robes, bug helmet on my head
4-LOM, helps me on my bounties
Cross us and you'll wind up dead
Uncanny sense, for tracking down quarry
Feel you hiding through the ripples in The Force
Hyperspace, is no escape
Before you've plotted I already know your course
Flight is useless
You're going nowhere
You can't evade me and you're gonna see
When I show up
I bring the ruckus
You're gonna learn you don't mess with Zuckuss
Respirator, I breathe ammonia
But even now, I can smell your fear
I'm getting closer, the chase is over
Huntsman rituals have brought you near