My Name Is Pinkie Pie


                                            https://files.catbox.moe/969eum.mp3


                                            Yo, bass for your face!

                                            Bass for your face? Rainbow, I hope you're not going around hitting ponies upside the head with bass guitars or nothin'.

                                            It's an expression, Pinkie.


                                            (Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my-)


                                            [Verse 1]

                                            Ahhh! Is whatcha said,

                                            'cause I getcha sugar high til it gets to ya foreheads

                                            as much you try you find your brain just can't ignore this,

                                            pink horses, 'cause you know I've got that

                                            Cake… and I gotta keep my pieces!

                                            Here's the sweet bits, a pony new release, it's

                                            the pony who loves to bake, it's blowin' up in your face,

                                            and hopin' your day is made, a filly who's finna place a

                                            Smile, wide as a mile,

                                            grinning ear to ear and aisle to aisle,

                                            got these ponies on the floor, from shore to shore,

                                            Askin' for more, (dashin' from door to door!)

                                            and she's still the little filly who made Gilda squiggle like a tilde

                                            Who fits the bill, a little shrill like sarsaparilla,

                                            with vanilla, sometimes I scream,

                                            Just burstin up at the seams, but I don't mean to make a scene ya know what I mean?

                                            (Ey yo check this out!)

                                            Nope! Not my intention to ratchet up the tension

                                            Whatcha met: an injection of affectionate confection,

                                            It's infectious but I never meant to get 'em any more than a dash of salt! If fun is a planned result

                                            A mess, I must confess, you gotta break some eggs to make an egg-cellent omelette

                                            (But wait) that's not all you get

                                            (Watch as I work my gypsy magic…)

                                            a bit of batter, from the matter, this or that or timeline splatter, pat in extra hour and don't add the candy wrapper.

                                            It's all about how ya fit the wiggle in your giggle, the snortle in your chortle, the cherry in your merry

                                            The bowl's all turvy, I gotta level, and this dough is so thick ya need a shovel for this

                                            Extra sugar, extra salt, extra oil and MSG…

                                            but whatcha call lil'  M s. me?


                                            [Chorus]

                                            Pinkie Pie, (Yo, uh huh)

                                            That's my name and I'm gon' play this 'til you feel so high

                                            Ponies say that she's so crazy, baby, she's the kind (Uh huh)

                                            You can ask and she can tell but there's no reason why, (Yeah)

                                            (Stick a- stick a- stick a- Stick a cupcake in my eye!)


                                            Yo, Pinkie, yo, some of these ponies don't know what they're talkin 'bout, mare!

                                            These clowns are havin' a breakdown tryna keep us out the get down!

                                            But it's cool, they'll come around in a while, maybe single file…

                                            We just gotta show 'em how to party Ponyville style!

                                            Ah, hit me!


                                            [Verse 2]

                                            BAM! Is the sound of the party cannon, time for action, just a little bit of traction

                                            When you're pronkin' and rompin' and boppin' and walkin' and talkin' on your big four hooves, your steel horseshoes, to feel your moves,

                                            Just stompin' it silly and you ever get the feeling that the roofin' is loose and the ceiling is squealing, the furniture's burning, boots four-on-the-flooring,

                                            the fourth wall is boring and whirlin' like Soarin', the jelly is pourin'

                                            Break these fetters, things that make it better, "never" to Lavender, 'cause the end of it's met hers,

                                            refuse it, solution is a four-legged revolution of sonic confusion, we're us-ed to losin' it, and causin' up a nuisance

                                            Yes, our noise is cacophonous, whenever we be Ponkin' it, and jumpin' goes the lot of us, like a big hippopotamus, and whether or not you've got it, you wanna go…


                                            PINKIE!!!


                                            As ya bump this beat that disrupts the peace, turns up the heat, interrupts your sleep,

                                            a Humpty heap corrupts the meek.

                                            The casus belli is the lack of the jelly,

                                            The princess is smelly, a whiff of confetti, phew

                                            Nevertheless I'm thinkin' about the reasonin' why we just can't seem to keep our sweets

                                            and maybe the regent of Friendship seems to really need to

                                            steep in a relaxin' cup of tea if she's not the kind for the fun party

                                            you see if it were up to me, prescribe a chill suppository (whoa!)


                                            OK, that's too harsh a line, but

                                            Some never got an inkling why,

                                            Prime time for them to piece the rhyme,

                                            Should ya mind that she can hide,

                                            In the box you think inside,

                                            Caught within the blinking eye,

                                            Try, fly and sight the Pinkie Pie

                                            (Actually, me and Twilight are cool… I'm just playing a role)


                                            (Aaaahhh) x4


                                            So, I hope you're down with the crew…

                                            Equestria's most dangerous group, marez wit attitude

                                            'Cause Rainbow's Dash is out in full effect (Yo)

                                            Bump this groove, butter smooth, like F.S. (Smooth)

                                            If you can buck it down like AJ (Yeah)

                                            Or stomp it out, jump around like Pin-kay…

                                            Keep it fancy, like Rarity, y'all… (Uh huh)

                                            give Twilight a call, (Oh?)

                                            Tell her who sent ya.


                                            [Chorus, x2]

                                            Pinkie Pie,

                                            That's my name and I'm gon' play this 'til you feel so high

                                            Ponies say that she's so crazy, baby, she's the kind

                                            You can ask and she can tell but there's no reason why,

                                            (Stick a- stick a- stick a- Stick a cupcake in my eye!)


                                            Yo we doin' this with TLC, that stands for time, laughter, and cupcakes, ya know what I'm sayin'?