Buck It Down (feat. Zecora, Fluttershy)


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


                                            It's time to buck it down with the apple crew,

                                            Jack runs this town, better give no hassle, true

                                            Anypony who mess with best split,

                                            lesser ponies are destined to get hit

                                            The clock is stricken, it's time to kick it, now hear the Apple get wicked


                                            Here's a little tale to impale your puny brain stick

                                            to all of the fakers who want to say shit, best evade quick,

                                            'cause this way of life ain't the safest way to make bits

                                            Every motherfucker wanna spray clip,

                                            Everypony wanna give your face a rearrangement

                                            Every day is another day you play in this dangerous game before you're wasted


                                            Buck it down

                                            Is the name of this mix, so bear witness

                                            to the sickest of business, never slippin' wit

                                            the hip equipped pistol, up in this bitches

                                            Any filly testin' me got a lessened life expectancy

                                            'Cause I'm the great equalizer,

                                            Pigs, gang life thugs all turned to fertilizer

                                            Gankers, scum, gonna neutralize 'em

                                            Hoes can free ride on my windshield wiper

                                            Particle collider, cleanup on the sidewalk

                                            Opps been elided, nothing to outline 'em

                                            Just the appetizer, when I find ya, hooves are flyin'

                                            (Yo, tell 'em again!)


                                            Out on the block with Zecora

                                            And we're makin' some bits at the corner

                                            Sellin' the fruit to some colt in the shirt with the order

                                            That's when the Oranges rolled on us

                                            Two mares with their barrels out the window

                                            And they thought it was time for the big show

                                            Wasn't very nice the way they said hi,

                                            the way they let the bullets fly,

                                            'Cause they wanna get a slice of the pie

                                            They tryn'a jack Jack

                                            When my gat's strapped

                                            But all they'll get is a kick up in they crack

                                            Put that citrus in a sack, I mean a body bag

                                            When they guns go rat-a-tat-tat

                                            We ducked down as the shots grazed by,

                                            Guns out and I got to raise my

                                            forty five, I, let 'em run their mags dry

                                            as the colt gets tapped into the next life

                                            as Zecora got to cover up her neck stripe

                                            as the Apple got a bullet she could let fly

                                            And the driver found herself with a wet tie

                                            No longer steering straight,

                                            the zebra on them with the thirty-eight

                                            From their crash, running fast, from the burning flame

                                            But they never outran the curse I sang

                                            Because we


                                            Buck it down, buck it down, buck it down

                                            Givin' you the ticket

                                            Buck it down, buck it down, buck it down

                                            Mess with, then kick it

                                            Buck it down, buck it down, buck it down

                                            Here the Apple gets wicked

                                            Buck it down, buck it down

                                            It's time to buck, buck, buck


                                            Better watch behind ya, snitches for hire

                                            Pinhead with the diamonds thought she was wiser

                                            Said she could find a Lime that bid higher

                                            Never ends well for a hoe who try to

                                            Cut my hoof and I'll put a cut on ya

                                            You'll get folded up like katana

                                            You'll find the only buck you broken

                                            Was a hoof up in your abdomen

                                            Wait, what's that sound

                                            (Motherfucker must've snitched!)

                                            Cops tryna take me down,

                                            They got the joint surrounded

                                            Shots out loud, and the snitch is nowhere to be found

                                            Choppers full of pork, hock, fools, damn it

                                            Now I gotta bring up my semi-automatic

                                            Cold cut, chop 'em with the loose cannon,

                                            Smoke' em out if they wanna go ham on

                                            me, the filly from the street,

                                            making your head cheese when I bring heat

                                            When this belt feeds, on your minced meat

                                            Make your pelt, free from your scalp, see

                                            'Cause I'm the wrong filly to fuck wit,

                                            when I was brought up young, granny taught me to buck shit

                                            I'm finna drop a nuke when you're pushin' my button

                                            I'm sweepin' wit the broom stick when you cause a ruckus

                                            Remember that we


                                            Buck it down, buck it down, buck it down

                                            Givin' you the ticket

                                            Buck it down, buck it down, buck it down

                                            Mess with, then kick it

                                            Buck it down, buck it down, buck it down

                                            Here the Apple gets wicked

                                            Buck it down, buck it down

                                            It's time to buck, buck, buck


                                            A fuckin' snitch, sicced the fuzz on you

                                            When I see that bitch here's what I'ma do

                                            Stamp all on her, use her like a shoe

                                            'Cause I'm an Apple Cobbler when the shit's through!

                                            Won't let that bullshit go standin' but

                                            Rather have a bullet expand in ya,

                                            Begging for mercy like I'd give a fuck,

                                            Nah, motherfucker, it's time to-


                                            Wait, wait, wait, we can't show this on Netflix.

                                            Th-the voice is a placeholder.

                                            Oh, I know about the voice. We'll find a more diverse actor soon enough. The thing is, when I said 'urban youth' I wasn't really referring to... this?

                                            Oh, come on. What's wrong with it?

                                            Well, not that much, apart from the fact that it's an extremely racist and vulgar depiction which perpetuates the stereotype of urban youth as violent gun-toting thugs who kill each other and terrorize innocent people for no good reason...

                                            You're fucking with me, right?

                                            (Laughter)

                                            But seriously. I do have one minor, teensie-weensie criticism.

                                            Yeah?

                                            Where are the smartphones?

                                            Hmm.

                                            We've been over this, dude. Modern kids devote more of their attention span to their phones than their parents. We can't sell a modern TV show for kids unless it has smartphones in it.

                                            ...Shit. You're right. Motherfucker. Back to the drawing board, I guess.