Corps stiffs after they've lied;
a lot more’s gonna be hurt than guys’ pride.
Coming, a great big payday;
smartly, corps’s gonna grift sheep.

Long cons are such a mess;
get in, get out, with no stress.
Short cons for a big payday;
smartly, corps’s gonna grift sheep.
Oh yeah!

They’ll take big bites, leaving you crying;
They won’t be there, post-conning you.
They’ll be on a flight, finished with applying
their schmooze, so smoothly done,
leaving you all to rue.

By them you’ll have been burned,
and you’ll be truly bummed, feel hurt and spurned.
From their play, you’ll be dazed and snarling,
’cause corps’ll grift sheep, grift sheep, lift heaps, big heaps; big weeps.
Bunk-prate prey-play will cause snarling after corps grifts, flees.