I am in the mist of a battle two people two pons. we have the amo but we have no guns. the lyrics were spitting hurt like daggers crazy enough we both a crackers. oh look iv garnished my ammo and used on my puns and now I am left only to run. out of all the people in the room you still choose me as a target to kill. im still walking and talking showing my skill. running circles round you like the shadows in the hills. i am the breeze on your skin ill give a chill. you cant see me im the hardest to kill. i used a gun and you have won you could have chosen anyone to kill. you teyed killing me wich isnt fair. but i dont tjink you have accomplished that yet. i habe garrnished my ammo and you have now won that is why i am on the rin.