Star Wars x Transformers crossover: A crash to good

NON-CANON CHAPTER 1

Disclaimer: These chapters are going to be not canon to the events of this story. I thought this would be a fun way to write some ideas I have that I wouldn't have to make another story for and promote more attention to this one. These would be stories of ideas that have stemmed from my brain that is related to Transformers or Star Wars.

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This will be a parady rap song, and you are free to guess what rap song this is a parady of.

This rap parody will be sung by these two.

Sidioulicious and Kount Drakula.

Music starts now...

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Kount Drakula is sitting on a chair ready to get his beard shaven off by the barbers on Seranno, a communicator rings, he answers.

"Yes, my lord."

"We have a traitor among us," says Sidioulicious in Sith robes, his personal ship on the way to him "root them out my padawan."

Kount Drakula then lifts himself off the chair, taking the hankerchief on his chest and wiping the shaving cream clean off his face exiting out the his palace.

Ready for war, Palps. How you wanna blow them out.
I know some dirty Republic Jedi cops that'll try to get us if we murder their wop
Hop in the ship, the Sith Lords are ready
Meet me at Dexter's with noodles
We'll do them, while slurping down winning stew
Everyone kiss the kriffing floor
Boba Fett- buck'em all
If they move, Grevious, kill that kriffing droid
Dead in the middle of little Ilum
Little did they know
That we riddle two middlemen who didn't do diddly

Sidioulicious:

It'll be a good day in Corellian hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the bad one that you love to hate, catch you at your
mother's wake
Smack you, then I whack you with my saber's blade

Kount Drakula:

I rub your face off the Force and curse's your family's children
Like Dathomir, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'
Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy the Jedi's dealin'
A villian without remorse who's willin' to out with your life
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support

Sidioulicious and Kount Drakula:

I support my master in anything he does
A brother from another mother sent by the force
A top Sitha' just like me, one of the best, might be
Even better leavin' dead Jedi kneelin' on their face flat
Grandmaster Yoda couldn't even make a better Order
You small change, I'm slicin' off your brains, gettin' better
Hit you with your own lack! Smack your saber', b@$#^, what!?
You gettin' stuck! My trigger finger's itchy as a kriff!
Truck kyber jewels (Kyber jewels!), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' "Rule of Two Rules"
Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through
That's true! So who the next to get it!
T.S.-the best that did it
Get it off your chest, chump, admit it and it's...

Chorus: Sidioulicious and Kount Drakula

Yeah, you don't stop!
Twenty-thousand trick skilled Sith with the Jedi-killers , fill'em to the top
Yeah, you don' stop!
Kount cracks the rock, and Licious' keeps the darkside cocked
Yeah, you don't stop!
We'll make it hot , Drydak, what? Bring it, I bring down your whole spot
Yeah, and you don't stop!
It's still 66 on an undercover Jedi runt

Sidioulicious:

Crink the Jedi, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt
Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the
deep crust
The Order's cursed, their priorities culturally biased
Supposed to supply freedom, tonight I hold the wins
tight as I can
I'm one man against the galaxy
Just me and my girl- Sly Moore, much fine, but keeps me
real
You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it
Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Kount go back and forth and freak it

Kount Drakula:

Creep with me, as I cruise in my Eta
All the kids in the Confederacy call me Master Dooku
Kickin' arse as I blast off heat
And, you never see me talkin' to Jedi scum
So, you should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the head, slit your throat and I'll leave you right there
So beware- it's rare those schuttas want peace
Sidioulicious- speak, and let those motherkriffers know how we run the seats

Sidioulicious:

Kriff peace, I run these seats with no compassion
Galaxy folks known for slashin', catching disease while they
sleepin', no relaxin'
Keep your senses up, sharp reflexes
Three hyperdrives in my modified Eta just in case the Council test us
Street professers, bounty hunters- improvished scholars
My Full-A-Clips mobs inflicts fear of Jedi watch when the blasters hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down, until I'm locked and
shot down
Plaguis the Wise couldn't even make me put my blade down

Kount Drakula:

We lock down worlds like rounds Jedi can take
Trench major falls like Wise, I bust mine out mine everytime
Plus, I'm the boss of the Republic
Where we taught to walk, all my people can carry chalk
And stalk our prey like a predator
Whoever want it- go and get it, set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya
So remember the Jedi memory that I'm reppin'
I activate a saber' of my weapon and punish members 'til its Armageddon

Sidioulicious:
Yeah! And you don't stop!
Twenty thousand skilled Sith with the Jedi-killers, fill 'em to the top
Yeah! And you don't stop!
Kount cracks the rock, and Licious keeps the dark side cocked
Yeah! And you don't stop!
We'll make it hot, Drydack, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot
Yeah! And you don't stop!
It's still 66 on undercover Jedi runt
Yeah! And you don't stop!
Twenty thousand skilled Sith with the Jedi-killers, fill 'em to the top
Yeah! And you don't stop!
Kount cracks the rock, and Licious keeps the dark side cockec
Yeah! And you don't stop!
We'll make it hot, Drydack, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot
Yeah! And you don't stop!
It's still 66 on undercover Jedi runt

Poggle the Lesser is thrown to the ground by the two Siths, and they aim their blades to his face.

"You have failed me for the last time, bug."

"You shouldn't have ever told on the CIS."