Lyric Not Behind The Fighter Jet

Militant babies came to me
And tole me "Don t be afraid to try"
Phenomenal stuntkids in the street
Popping out of the black ghost pie (it pleases the chef)
Fearless ones-cracked up Jack and Jill
They re down there in the bunker still
You look like a sniper anyway
I m not behind the fighter jet
I d much rather back a simple girl
I ve seen your plan and it s all wet
A noseload of prophecies coming to me
Caught in the trap where bravery steps
A wounded mercenary bleeds
In the hall of fantastically fine things
Where the path of glory leads
Lately I think it s grown too hard
Coming up with the winning card
But who s gonna beat them in their own backyard
(A motion to remove the entire staff.
Don t forget the double crossing crew)