A spoken-word performance narrates a tense duel against a high-ranked opponent. The speaker uses rhythmic gunshot sounds and vivid imagery to capture the match's intensity, naming opponents like Lauren Orca-vorkian and Kim while describing their clothing and the razor-thin margin between winning and losing.
You don't know me very well, but I would never hurt a fly. And she aimed for my chest with love in her eye. And she aimed for my chest with love in her eye. She was walking around with a loaded shotgun, standing in front of me. I hopped out with a bang, bang, bang, bang straight through my heart. I couldn't walk away, stood my ground and let her spray away. She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang. She shot me, she shot me, she shot me, bang, bang. She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang. She shot me, bang bang. She shot me, she shot me, she shot me, bang bang. Scorpion, she's so hot, she's a scorchin'. Killin' me softly, Lauren Orca-vorkian. Can't tell if she's cuckoo or quirky when I ask her her name and she say, call me Kim. Testin', testin', things just got more interestin'. She's dressin' a vestin', double breasted holster, a very western toaster. She ain't nothin'
