Lyrics: Bryar Evan Snead
Music: Bryar Evan Snead
I- I- I- I- M- M- M- M- Go- Go- Go- Go- Gonna- Gonna- Gonna- Gonna- K- K- I- I- L- L- L- L- Y- Y- O- O- U- U- U- U- U- U- U- U!
We gotta lose this guy.
Who is he?
Doesn't matter, he'll kill both of us.
Promise me something.
Yeah?
Don't follow me.
If I just had some cash, I'd get some treatment. Maybe see my son be born. Think you can help me somehow?
I do. But I can't do it alone.
I make possible man's innate desire to be challenged in a highly intense sport, hunting.
You'd want them to hunt me?
Like paintball?
Like tag or something?
The sport in its purest form.
A hunt to kill.
It's a twenty-four-hour game.
Deposits incrеase every hour you survivе, for a grand total of...
24.5 million dollars.
Just you on your own.
Trust no one. Stay paranoid.
When does it start?
It just did.