In the battle grounds allegiance is merely a quadriplegic secret/ Like a fetus, ain't enough real incubated heaters to keep it/ So I pull a diva sweep, sink my foot in deep, you meet da feet/ From the strength of an athletes and the stench it creeps/ Sour aromas indeed, force ya to ya knees, riding with it's breeze/ Too many enemies pretend to be a friend of me/ Old titles, new names deemed and old moves inside of new fight scenes/ Cold wars waged as they bite mean, and only spit out common things, no enlightening/ And obviously it bothers me it seems, only nightmares can ever fuk up a dream/ And the oscillating of the earth gyrates in seams, & smooth til the scrape of plate,!then we scream/ Instead of preparing for the feast, some swear to decease some stab backs to keep the King or queen/ But going up or down, down In defeat, is only fiction when related to Cyphersylum and me/ 2Face traitors infiltrate in uniform clean, and no patches no rank,?just a seed/ Rather more like a weed, the hitchhiker clings, but the folly is the sneak, rushed by greed/ And the wound we create will pierce deep, and fake blood seeps, scarred tissue is gang green/ Then we do the same to ya spleen and ya virginity/ Our Penetration isn't just a dang breach, of a two sided shank painted pink,/ It's the murder weapon of homeland security, and We the Few the Proud the Cyphersylum trained Marine/