In 2012 I kicked it making joke accounts on BronyNet
Poking out the eyeballs of the admin who was odious
A week ago I found my damn music on his pony app
Whoever said you couldn’t make a difference doing pony rap?
Kinda horse famous, but fuck it, if I got killings
I’d be jet set cus the upper crust is not filling
Eye behind sunshades, slide like the cutaway
Life is a runway and time is a runaway, unafraid,
Never in the streets with an Armalite
Think I'll get my karma, but the beat gets caramelized
And I could go hermit, play drums in mountains
Do the Hunting of the Snark, wait, fuck, I found it.
Never-get-ahead kid training a setlist
Or would if he don’t go to concerts with a deathwish
A horse voice, only gettin raves if he’s Death Grips
He’s restless, rarely gettin paid like a spec script

Latter-day autist, accoladed pettifogger,
Masturbate often, half an age extending offers,
Man evades sophists, grab a lathe claw and
Redacting lame songs bumping Acetate Prophets
Am I the best? I’m afraid it’s so
Steryo the closest thing we got to De La Soul
I’m on game patrol, now the ponies clap, rap wrecker
Don’t act better we got your homie’s claptrap weathered
Later on, gotta check my pony rap track record
Oh, shit, I got the pony rap track record!
Do this for fun, fuck your eighteen taste tests
If you’re itching to react, I’m not ACRaceBest
Hate’s a cruel mistress, and love can be a fickle bastard
No matter what you pick, you’re in my pretty picture after.
And that’s as if it matters.