Flutterbutter


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


                                            RD: Hey Fluttershy, I got a guest spot for you on this album. Come on. Here's the mic. Express yourself.

                                            FS: Oh, no... I couldn't do that, Rainbow Dash. Um. I'm not a rapper.

                                            RD: You are now. (Huh?) Show them what you really think.

                                            FS: I don't-

                                            RD: We're recording.

                                            FS: So this thing is on?

                                            RD: Yes it is.

                                            FS: Oh dear.

                                            RD: Stop tapping it. The beat's about to come in. You need to say something.

                                            FS: Alright... if that's what you really want...


                                            Got a little itch, makin' my mind think of dealin' with,

                                            but I think I might need a pill in it, and I think some caps need a peelin' 'cause

                                            I'm so sick of this.

                                            Everypony's bein' such a little shit, actin' like they got a bigger dick,

                                            First I thought I would peel and quit but I guess I can't in the thick of it.


                                            So run your lips, parrot words, like "she's got no character development"

                                            You're blunderin', 'cause you're the carriage first; I'm the mare in first, with the yellow win's.

                                            Now she's wonderin', if I Stare at her, give a mare a curse, can I kill at whim?

                                            Know I'm thunderous, no more carin' for, bring a barrage hurt, like an elephant.


                                            These assholes. "Nine years and still so bashful?"

                                            You some backhoes, grind gears and making gas flow,

                                            Like I'm Macross, hot air don't break my cashflow.

                                            I'm so fashionable. My cheers turn fans irrational.

                                            Call me bashful? I see'er and I will bash skulls.

                                            Baseball bat pone.


                                            I don't cap, though. I tear and drink from apples.

                                            You a vassal; I'm here up in the castle.

                                            Call me Dracul', your fears of the unnatural.

                                            Cloak and mantle, I drive peers nuts like Fastenal or

                                            socks in sandals. (What a scandal.)


                                            Everypony and their mothers wanna act like a little bitch, askin' for some stitch-es

                                            Everypony gonna mutter but they can't hit pitch and they got no rhythm

                                            All the haters wanna start somethin'; gonna play 'em, 'cause they cards bluffin'

                                            I filet 'em like it's poisson and I nightshade 'em like Slim poisonin'

                                            You don't know me; don't say "Flutters", you should ditch it back into the kitchen

                                            In the zone me, smooth like butter, in the skillet, I enrich 'em

                                            I make any dish taste better; you waste paper bitch, chain letter

                                            I "yay", fans turn eyes, heads; if I "hey" stay out my shed


                                            Let's not mince words.

                                            Everypony seems to think that I fuck animals.

                                            Everypony wanna tie my string right around that riddle.

                                            'Cause it's such a funny little thing and it's gonna make you laugh, giggle.

                                            See how well you can slap your knee when you're sawn in sagittal.


                                            Don't worry. I've seen your search hi-story and it ain't boring.

                                            'Tween the furry voring and the curry s'moring and the crematories--it's a cursed foray.

                                            Immersed in gory, gets worse of course he does, lurching for a purse for pouring her vomitory; shit conservatory; can't ignore this shit, gotta purge with chlorine.


                                            The bleak reality of why y'all wanna see a little bestiality

                                            These lil' invalid things wanna mothafuckin' toss my salad, see

                                            No calories, just a fallacy.

                                            projectin' their beast egality 'cause they can't have the (squee)

                                            Strokin' their little phallus sting-ers while hopin' one day they'll get down with me


                                            I'll be frank.

                                            I wouldn't even rape you; first, frankly there's no way to,

                                            you need to use the weight room, 'cause even I'd fuckin' break you.

                                            you need to fuckin' bathe dude, and maybe haircut/shave too.

                                            'Cause I don't like skin flake soup, immersed in dry ejaculate, ew,


                                            Everypony and their mothers wanna act like a little bitch, askin' for some stitch-es

                                            Everypony gonna mutter but they can't hit pitch and they got no rhythm

                                            All the haters wanna start somethin'; gonna play 'em, 'cause they cards bluffin'

                                            I filet 'em like it's poisson and I nightshade 'em like Slim poisonin'

                                            You don't know me; don't say "Flutters", you should ditch it back into the kitchen

                                            In the zone me, smooth like butter, in the skillet, I enrich 'em

                                            I make any dish taste better; you waste paper bitch, chain letter

                                            I "yay", fans turn eyes, heads; if I "hey" stay out my shed


                                            Buryin the hairy player who dare he to fuck with the dairy

                                            mare; it's hari-kari with a caring bear, call it the Harry/

                                            Kerrygold pairing; no you can't harry the wary; conceal no

                                            carry 'cause my glare, will parry; like a fuckin' barrier and

                                            any fucker seekin' it to share can't even tarry near my

                                            derriere, so you better prepare to square up for a fuckin'

                                            marathon, of tearin' like we popped her fuckin' cherry gone; it

                                            ain't a staring contest; if it were I would be paragon


                                            Butterfly knife in the pocket, I won't stop it, I'm a rocket,

                                            shot up in the socket like an arrow that I nock-ed

                                            at your peril, got a barrel full of rock and I'm

                                            about to drop it; brought the drip you're flossin' but I spit it

                                            like a faucet, cut your

                                            losses while I toss it, rue the minute you

                                            crossed it; give plenty to process, I'm ready off I'm poppin,

                                            you're smelly just hot shit, I'm finished you lost it,

                                            don't another motherfucker or their cousin got the druthers to go bother Flutterbutter 'cause


                                            Everypony and their mothers wanna act like a little bitch, askin' for some stitch-es

                                            Everypony gonna mutter but they can't hit pitch and they got no rhythm

                                            All the haters wanna start somethin'; gonna play 'em, 'cause they cards bluffin'

                                            I filet 'em like it's poisson and I nightshade 'em like Slim poisonin'

                                            You don't know me; don't say "Flutters", you should ditch it back into the kitchen

                                            In the zone me, smooth like butter, in the skillet, I enrich 'em

                                            I make any dish taste better; you waste paper bitch, chain letter

                                            I "yay", fans turn eyes, heads; if I "hey" stay out my shed