Rap this Winter Up


                                            https://u.smutty.horse/mftpgfipipc.mp3


                                            (RD)

                                            Yo! It's the real R.D.,

                                            Bringin' it back from the street, off the beat

                                            Bringin' heat, meltin' sheets of snowfall and sleet.

                                            Don't need to check a watch to tell the time,

                                            'Cause we know what's hot that's on ya mind.

                                            So sit back while we yammer.

                                            Iron gets heated, bring down the hammer.

                                            It's goin' down, gettin' down, got a whole lot of that rhythm goin' round, get that sound, lost then found, and we intend to (rap this winter up)!


                                            (chorus)

                                            Rap this winter up! (x4)


                                            (TS)

                                            Squashes, squashes, squashes, squashes, squashes

                                            Not the soup from your crotches

                                            Carnival, turban, delicata and banana type

                                            So many unknown kinds, mess with your fuckin' mind

                                            Who the hell wants to buy any kind of squash other than, the acorns, the butternut and pumpkins?

                                            With their sturdy skins, hard to cut them in,

                                            They should all be banned, these fruits are not your friends.


                                            So I'm not joshin', winter squashes,

                                            better watch' em, take 'em down a notch, 'cause I'll botch 'em

                                            They keep forever but I really don't know whether that's a blessin' or it's really just a curse 'cause after every winter

                                            Quarter, I really just mourn the, sort of performance, that squash places on us, yeah, you

                                            Slice 'em, roast 'em, puree them in a stew,

                                            When you're stuck with squashes there ain't really much to do.


                                            Though some think other ways, I don't think it's hard to say

                                            That every single motherfuckin' squash does taste the fuckin' same

                                            Maybe a consequence, so that's what happens when,

                                            you stuck in eatin' em up every fuckin' day, and I say


                                            (chorus)

                                            Rap this winter up! (x4)


                                            (RD)

                                            Now repeat after me!

                                            Curling is not a real sport!

                                            Curling is not a real sport!

                                            Curling is not a real sport!

                                            And if you disagree, you might just be a few eggs short

                                            But I really just don't know / what you expect

                                            If all you've got to work with's a ski set,

                                            Yeah, it's time to go / and maybe take a rest

                                            and give the winter sports a reset.


                                            The skiiers all bragged, that I could watch a mare fly,

                                            But like a radio ad, you've got limits on your air-time

                                            Flyin' laps 'round your ass, soaring way up in the clear sky,

                                            Cut the crap, it's a fad, 'cause you mares can't even compare I'm,

                                            Not their kind, I fly very high,

                                            I'm seein' tubers in the ground they don't like scary heights,


                                            You buy air by the second, like that's so impressive,

                                            if you ever press 'em, then they get to fessin'

                                            that they're dressed in snow that's wettin',

                                            these foals they messin' with, testin' it, 'cept that I'm no foal who's fresh in it, so they'll just have to take a fuckin' lesson

                                            I am the best of the best, I don't need your acceptance, I am better than rest so just keep your neck in, I'm Joe fuckin' Pesc'in, this court is in session, here just you listen

                                            (Everything that guy just said is bullshit.)


                                            The sports are lamer when the sun is tamer

                                            Skier, or sleigher? They all work the same, but

                                            I don't need to lie, I'm floatin' like a butterfly

                                            But takin' ya twice as high

                                            (Now read the fucking rainbow.)


                                            (chorus)

                                            Rap this winter up! (x4)


                                            (AJ)

                                            Rappin' up winter, 'cause winter needs to back up

                                            Shovelin' into, the snow I don't like that stuff

                                            It's fun for all the foals, with their snowballin' plans but

                                            it's blockin' up the roads, more tedious than fun

                                            Walkin' down the street in your heavy duty boots

                                            Keepin' all the frost from stickin' to your hooves,

                                            And if you hear a shuffle, you're already feelin' dread

                                            Bam, icicle to the back of your head


                                            Hear that, that's the sound of my whole day gone

                                            'Cause a roofing on a house just done caved on

                                            Somepony's head and now I got to

                                            head down with Mac, it's all impromptu

                                            And not to say nothin' 'bout the crops,

                                            'cause with all this snow, the farm has mothafuckin' stopped,

                                            It's all frozen, don't you know it's

                                            hard to grow in, ten C below and

                                            I been movin' so much snow,

                                            you think I'm rollin' in the dough


                                            Burstin' pipes 'cause someone closed the faucet

                                            Frostbit crops don't tend to turn a profit

                                            So if I just may step up and say somethin'

                                            Good riddance to the winter


                                            (chorus)

                                            Rap this winter up! (x8)