Street Night Hunting

Hunting down again and now it's "Look what I've done."
Opposition's cringe on how I fuck up their fun.
Talkative again but now am I not the one?
To bring you to an end, sending you on the run.

Hunting 'til I find you then I'm breaking your legs.
Fronting, well that's fine you can stay shaking instead.
Mistaking instead, this target I have misread.
Forsaking this head, this target I owe a debt.

Now that was a close one but they're still on the run.
Doubt that was the most fun but it's more than I want.
Want to get the job done, I just want to go hunt.
Have to get the job done, when I'm done I'll have fun.

And it's almost midnight as I stand on the street.
And it is on this night that they said they would meet.
So I keep the pistols holstered close at my feet.
Then I hear the whistles and they're closer to me.

Here they come now it's them, it's the ones that I hunt.
It's my chance to get them but is this what they want?
Now they all surround me they stare and they haunt.
I think they have found me as they scare and they taunt.

This is all that I know, I was hired for this.
How the hell did I know I'd be fired like this?
Using shooting skills that I've acquired I miss.
Loosing shooting kills and I'm retired, I quit.

That is not enough, no there is just one way out.
Is it not enough that I would trust you Quay, now?
But now I must go because I'm done and I'm out.
I'll look down and know, I hear the gun, it goes BLOUW!