[Niko]
Yo. Buffalo Brony keeping it true in MLP clothing brands.
Especially Ditzy Doo hoods. I'm repping the OG's in
The hood. We're original Gummy's with this old school street crap,
Like we ain't got no teeth; spit straight up real rap.

Heh. You're rather flawed compared to a brony. Got other shots? No?
I'm open to rocks you throw at me. Nah, you won't land a pop, bro.
You think that you're hot? So what? You ain't got me on ropes.
The ones hanging around are all you haters like a cockroach.

It's hard to kill you, but until you die,
I will continue to write murderous lyrics in my
Ill mind like pesticide, but I'll also step on you nonstop.
We bronies stomping on you squares like it's hopscotch.

Been here for a bit. I'm legit, so my print and my spit is like symbols of Ra.
I'm fresh, got their awe, like Ursa, I roar. I'm fishing for all the spitters who are raw.
Egyptian hieroglyphics in my talk. Ancient, like in the time of the gods.
I'm bringing it back with Alicorn magic under the title of Pony Rap God.

[Vylet Pony]
I think it's time you understood what we're all about.
All this love and this tolerance crap? No, don't even run your mouth.
Damn, you can't even keep peace in your neighborhood,
And you really expect adult men to practice the greater good?

Well good, cause not everybody can teach you about honesty.
You wouldn't have enough of that loyalty.
All the things you've been talking about saying that we so desperately shout
In our efforts to keep haters out? Well then Zaya, show them out.

[Korupt]
It might be time for me to touch wack, but fuck that.
When the haters start talking, it's time to bust back.
I shouldn't say it... but I'ma say it.
Screw the love and tolerance when it comes to playing

My rap game. Haters still trying to tap fame.
Dark night to the pony haters; call me bat-mane.
A bit harsh, but I've got some screws loose.
Just know you fuckers can't hang like a loose noose

[Aoshi]
Bet you're talking garbage, trying to steal some of our thunder.
Some of you prey like a demon; I pray that you get pulled under.
Darkening path like Everfree. Don't fucking turn your back on me
With Chrysalis arts, dark arts, all your spells are just sparks.

Feeling like you cracked. Your Mirror Pool's gone black.
"Go on, stare." We say. See if I ever come back.
Yeah, you can call me a fag; I rep pastel colored ponies,
But I ain't gonna be your bitch, bitch. Motherbucker, blow me.

Yeah, I tolerated the guff. Stuff it, cream puff and get rough.
Keep us out of your mouth. Yeah, enough is enough.
This is a Spitfire glare from a guy twice your size
About to kick your ass from that dirty shit you rationalize.

Look at these blank flanks, man. You get down and you tease.
You make them cower, learn the world on their knees.
You keep playing that stage. Truth I'm telling, "Nah, but get good."
Keep your damn hate out of my motherbucking hood.

I'm out. Alright.