Cannons a blazing as I zoom through the air
Shooting down dweebs everywhere
Flying up high what do I see?
Looks like a Spitfire chasing after me
Fast he approaches, his eyes big and wide
Knowing a kill he will not be denied
Guns start firing at 2k or 3
Never checking six, his eyes fixed on me
I take a sharp turn and a long dive
He follows fast because speed=life
Plink plink plink he hears a sound
Guess what he sees when he turns around?
Yes, another 190 bearing down. "damn" he says with a long sigh
That alt monkey must have been really high
It doesn't matter the 190 can't shoot him down
His wings fall off and he spirals to the ground
The moral of the story is a fact that I want you to know
Sometimes the smartest target is not always low
If you're in a spitfire flying balls to the wall
You're doing something wrong, stay in your furball