I swing past in circles
dodging the bullet hell,
and sneak behind a pillar,
This room won't be my cell.

I use a small mirror to see my foes,
and rapidly take them out,
One piercing bullet bursts a nose
I quickly take out the others about.

Try sneaking on this professional,
my twisting flows are like ballet,
spinning round with an after-glow
Blood flows like mayo in my salad.