Bribe-one...he revealin he got all his wins thro dick ridin,
Like catholic bein prostatutes his standards are slidin/
Is his lyrcis applying? only for instructions on bein wack,
Must have blunt-papers cuz that's only dope thing he's wrapped/
He don't snack...your weightless cuz you can't eat pots-noodle,
I extinguish ya heat bribe so then when you loose ya find-it-cool/
He got balls battlin me but you'll be stuffed when ya bo's left,
Waitin for Bribe to impress like the scotish to see the loch ness/
Your prowess is pure form of stupidty loosin ya screws battlin me,
So he thinks a trip down to the hard-ware store sorts it surely/