EPIC RAP BATTLES OF CARTOONS!
Alright everypony, take a seat
and watch me get out my bass cannon and make this girl defeated
Your music is for old people, mine is for young kids
You will die like how your style of yawning people did
You're the worst roommate that anypony could have
Wubbing makes people smile, yours make people sad
Oh, you don't want louder? Well I'll make it even louder!
You're just a filthy dog that needs to go to the pound
This is not the style of friendship
I would rather get a tub of acid and do a skinny dip
I'm more classy than Rarity, Blue Blood, Jet Set
Upper Crust, Fancypants, and me I said
I play a violin, you just play a computer
We don't have fingers you know, you make yourself look stupider
You call that blue navi avatar puke a mane?
Oh, you wanna get crazy? Well now get ready for pain!
Your music sounds like a old man having sex with a duck
You say you're music is classy? Well I don't give a fuck
You have no fans, but I'm gonna sing for this crowd
I'm gonna turn the bass up very loud!
Everybody loves my maniac music, you think that you made art?
You look like a slooty sloo and you smell like a fart
I'm the D to the J to the P-O-N-3,
and ain't no other pony got the beats like me!
Take off your glasses cause you are about to be exposed
Stop partying like it's 1999, you big dope
You might saved the world but you didn't get the fame
My music is awesome, but your techno is lame
Put down your bass cannon and hear these soothing sounds
of a blue hair weirdo freak pony going down
This battle is over, so I don't wanna miss anything
But today is the day where you're gonna miss your cha-ching
(In a high pitched voice) EPIC! (a more high pitched scream) (In a low pitched voice) Battles of Cart...OOONS!