[Doodled]
Of course I'm forced to shift
my exorbitant source of biz -
a stolen portion of oral torture -
forbidden metamorphosis.
I can't get a divorce court
when whore don't stop torquin'
video extortion,
because it's important
when the next [HORSE] is.
Pinkie Pie a spy now, don't know what she snortin'.
Pinkie Pie is high now, better snipe her out of orbit.
Pinkie Pie is hearing bells, swimmin' in endorphins.
Pinkie Pie goin' to hell, she's burnin' an orphan.
Cerberus want none of this,
my desire is bottomless -
we got irons in fires,
teeing off ires in Tartarus.
I can see Pinkie kinda pissed,
say "she started it!"
I doubt it - it's clouded -
Get rap-bot to start shit.
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She say she wasn't even in their point of view.
How she guilty when it will be a disjoint purview?
"You swear you never knew;
you don't even barbecue.
And I would've thought it true
Til you murdered Scootaloo."
She swear she been lucid
She say she can prove it
But I will stop here
'cause this story is stupid.
S.C.P. C-3P0 -
I'm a bot that there's no stoppin' on a TV show.
It's me, you'll see - the CEO.
It's far too hard to defeat bars or you to beat these flows.
But I don't wanna feel pain on a PTR,
'Cause I'm afraid David Cage gonna see me arse.
But I ain't gonna go ahead and get my fee-fees scarred,
'cause I'mma bettin' I get 5-star - PRR.
Never dependent -
I'm in it to win it.
I lived it, I livin' -
I'm pimpin' a digit,
I dip in a minute.
I'm livin' the pity -
don't diddle the MIDI.
But if ya forbiddin',
I never admit it -
I'm better than him. It'd
be better to pick it
than formin' a picket
I pin it; I pivot
a lot of the limits.
I divvy the divots -
how Rarity did it.
I'm keepin' it comin'
like Coppola gunnin'
I'm fittin' the bear that I hunted -
Fixin' angel hair that I'm bunnin'.
Whatcha wantin'
from a bumpkin?
No way I'll be hindered,
I'll reign just like Jinder.
When we deploy, make some noise
for the Ditherer.

[Ditherer]
Er-er dithy bout to hit em with some mur-der
Herd nerd hobnobbin coppin hella Erse words
Verse first unfettered, betterin a curse dirge
Lettering like Wordsworth, worth third a real rapper
Don’t stop, it’s the dude who love the party rock the
Cutie little ponies and their huge futanari cocks
Call the cops cus I’m making improvements
I’m breaking the news that I’m ancient with two heads
Fake (martyr) snake (charmer)
I (wanna) be (the) man (who) fills (his) cup (up) with (the) game’s (ardor)
Waste (karma) get fish (sauced) like (straight) tartar
Mom’s basement (mom’s basement) makes a fuckin [[based parlor]]
Okay break it up, gotta get myself checked
Pasta at a self-check, ringing up the jell-o cups
Coughing up some yellow stuff, not a lot of self-spect
Hocking up a bell pep thing with the rubella grubs
When your plane stops for the weather ree pairs you can
Catch me out the window feather bangin’ three mares
While I’m eating eclairs and they extra sweet
I’m gonna rap until I die or get to extropy
Rap monopsony, human beings
Castigate me - anthroposophy
Masturbating to the scholars and crap
Involved in the past, I can’t sing so let’s call it a rap