What’s up everybody it’s YAC
I wanna take a minute, sit down with me
lot of you rap and you think you’re When you all look the same like a PMV
 
Make no beats with the raps you type
And you idolize rappers that you think you’re like
Stuck in the dark; you don’t see no light
Cause your flow just sucks and you sound like mic
 
Try  to build fame with your lame [bad word] hype
You think that you’re crazy? No you ain’t that type
Frankly you sound like the [bad word] that I wipe
Plus you got no [bad word]  I should call you Spike
 
Don’t lose hope if you’re sounding whack
Cause we got a group KOLT that’ll fix all that
We’re taking and making all the bronies in the nation
Gonna teach them how to make good rap
 
 
So here we go, better get ready
It’s [bad word]  call it Ed Edd ‘n’ Eddy
I creep on some rappers with my knife held steady
‘Til I cut ‘em in the back just like I’m Freddy

Sorry, didn’t mean to make you sweaty
I just think that you’re all so petty
You try to rap [bad word] so it’s time for a slap
Cause most of you [bad word] just drop spaghetti
 
Want sweet rhymes but you got no flow
You’re out of line, now it’s time to go
Y’all still try to make pony swag verses
Even though that’s been done before
 
No, most of rap here is kinda dumb
Most of your beats sound like Dr. [bad word] Join KOLT now if you all want some
And sit [bad word] back until my [bad word]