https://u.smutty.horse/mfuwpinwecj.mp3
(I DO MY HAIRTO-)
The motherfuck were ya thinking?
Left us out to dry while you go out drinking.
Sipping margaritas in your retirement home
While the rest of Equestria gets boned.
For the royal sisters, here's a little tip.
Before you give the crown to your little shit
Make her try it for a week first, and,
Oh, I don't know, maybe rehearse?
(But not like I'd know anything about that.)
Dumped her on us like a fat turd
With some groans and a little bit of Laughter
Yeah, you dipped and wiped yours clean in a rush
Left it in the latrine but ya forgot to flush
And now it stinks like some pig shit
Guess all those years just weren't it
Now the Magic is dead and Friendship with it.
And I'm buryin' it in a closed casket.

For Twilight Sparkle, a little bit of Honesty
Suckin' on hayburgers chronically
They musta laced up those burgers with crack
How the fuck else did you get so wack?
She sent you down here 'cause of number one rule
Ya can't teach friendship from a book or school
Nine years, act a fool
'Cause you crackheads go and try to do
A curriculum, and the world is sendin' em,
To learn how to kill the autist within' em, 
From the one who loses her mind over a deadline,
Spergouts shift the night into daytime. 
I got an itch. To put this alicorn bitch in a ditch.
It's the pudding proof,
I don't care if you can't handle the truth
It sure makes me question your Loyalty
Drinkin' up your hayburgers all oily,
Got your dinner in the oven broiling,
With the racial tension boiling.
I need a purple burglar alarm, 'cause this giraffe
Done stole the whole pantry, fridge, and the apple farm.
I'm sure Whoa Nelly's a little jelly
That it all went to your neck instead of your belly.
And when the world was startin' up a race war,
You decided to become a nine race whore,
Icecream sundae, hot fudge and bananas split
Put a berry in it with the closed casket.

I'm here to kill Chaos.
I want to kill Chaos.
I need to kill Chaos.
My quest is to kill Chaos.
Ain't feelin' no Kindness
When you let Chaos poke your brain with spined dick.
Get that grey matter porous and tender.
Take that gene pool and pour it in a blender.
Must've been where Twilight got the idea from
To make an omelette from nine different kinds of cum.
With the way that Pinkie ran dick, you'd think hers and not Twilight's would look like Cheese Sandwich.
Now you got these mutant dog types.
Kidney bean mouths, make sure you lock your door at night.
Apples and Rainbow are off cos-playin',
They're in the trough making Zapp apple jam,
Rockin' the jacket with that yee-yee ass mohawk,
Showin' the colts you're not the kind that smokes cock.
But at least you got some of it,
Though the world may seem so Generous
Seems one mare was left out to dry.
Can I get an F in the chat for Rarity's sex life
How the hell did that happen? Like, shit. 
Get that one a closed casket.