You breathe,
hot and heavily after running down the street,
you breathe with your adrenalin pumping,
and your legs like jelly,
you breathe heavily with your hand on your gun,
you breathe heavily after an assassination attempt probably,
you breathe heavily after a lucky escape,
lucky to not be killed but were you the only one?
And did you kill, or did you miss I do not know,
and now you stand here before me,
shaking,
and out of breath and unfit,
but apparently unscathed,
with the sirens beginning to wail in the distance,
and you look at me temporarily,
and you size me up,
like a deer caught in the headlights,
and I wonder if there are any bullets left,
because I have no gun,
I have no gun,
and what are my chances,
hit or miss,
hit or miss?
I, in that second do not know,
but you luckily for me decide to run,
run fatty,
run, run fatty, run,
because you will not get far,
looking like a ton of weight,
100 stone,
and looking like you have eaten at every Mc Donald's,
under the sun,
yes, you will not get far,
yes, you cannot run faster than a tortoise,
let alone run faster than a police car,
so, run fatty,
run,
run fatty,
run,
yes, watching you should be fun,
watching you run should be fun.