Shooting balloons, an idea so mad, a celebration of 10 great heisting years I dream of a great time, recently had, of fellow heisters all jolly and glad Gunfire fills the air, like firecrackers, like applause or joyous cheers Yet I lay, I am now truly beat, I see the shape, a shadow, in the far doorĪrmor thick, and weapon hot, the best of the best in the police corpsĮars deaf, explosions and screams, 'Oh shit! Bulldozer!' He is noticed, it seems High or low, he cleared the street, I can't fathom a sniper on roofs so neat
Taking shots, aimed to dismember, such precision, just moments before
distinctly I remember, by the window, Wolf my crew member '’Tis some sniper.' I muttered 'Put a round in my armor -īut. While I battled, fought the hoard, a sudden pain, I was swiftly flooredĪ sharp pain, I now stored, my chest pounding, a pain I've never felt before
Many a-SWAT came at me, carrying rifles, and pistols galore Once upon a heist so dreary, while I held my ground, weak and weary,
