Filly Cannon (исполнитель: Twenty Ten)
Lulz bringing, the ponies I'm flipping out for Dressed fly, walking down aisles at the toy store No Transformer, no Star Wars The Force is pulling me to the pink floors Pinkie Pie, Twi', 'Shy, AJ, way more ponies than I thought, freakout, mind's blown Grabbing like a klepto, grinding like in Jet Set, Paying at the self check out, now we gone 0:21 I have lazy rhymes? This ain't Lazy Town This is Ponyville, hottest mares around Art of the dress, move to impress, hooves on the ground, Don't mess with the butch one, she'll take you down Skills blowing big up on the Panasonic Rainboom, spelling out her haters' doom, her haters swoon They chronic fans now, cheering her every move Even got the Wonderbolts kissing her flank too 0:39 Heh, she can't be stopped, bringing the storm Clearing the skies, that tank-like flank Soarin’ above, grace like a dove But even she [bad word] from the Pink Baker of Love Pink filly go twitch-a-twitch Switch it up, bounce-ity bouncin'-bouncin' up all around Fourth wall breaking up, this ain't no animation error 'Cause around her, physics be derping up 0:56 When her hair deflates, it's all terror But no cupcakes, that thing's never ever Gonna be canon, thank Celestia forever Silly fandom, sometimes you are so random That was only part one, no way I'm through There's 6 mares, I've only covered two Do the math, that's only one-third dude [bad word] to class little filly, it's time for school 1:12 But no school for the purple one, she way too cool Born with magic infused, got 'em all confused Bookworm prodigy, turned her parents to pottery Celestia said "you ought to be my student", so she taught her ze magicks And Trixie can't stand it The and PT claims that she vanquished beast that nopony alone could ever manage The Ursa Major, yeah right she could barely scratch it 1:30 Yeah, we're going on a tangent Can't let the remix use the same [bad word] thing Tombstone in the house, necrodancing Get the party cannon out 'cause we about to crash in Twenty Ten with the track, got you clapping In ten seconds flat, you'll be fapping In another ten, it'll be all sin Don't look back, don't want no a-salting 1:47 No more talking, you gonna be my saltlick Hold it baby, you better have no [bad word] If you're looking for someone to stick your rod in Let me direct you to my friend, he's a rod man No Dennis, he soft like a sponge and Kinda like a teddy, man, he so cuddly But let me tell you man, when he's done plunging Your backside might as well have took a bludgeon 2:05 Act a fool and he'll eat 'chu like a luncheon Muchin on the haters like a take-out lunch and He's so generous he'll take you out to lunch With his GameStop pay stub, power to the munchkins Collectors weep while they gutting Little kiddies cheering as their momma buys the carton Making gamers rage like Eric Cartman But mess with my crew and you gonna get CUT, man