Horsefucker

[Intro] "Spike, take a letter." "Uhh... Spike's dead." "Shut the fuck up, I kill you." [Rarity] Oh, Spike... (gasp)! [Verse 1] Magazine blanket, packin' three stank-tips After three wanks and a nap and three sandwitches Back at three, vanquished, rapping creep anguish Grab a G-strang, bitch, It's Spike The Dragon Cold-blooded predator of pornographic imagery Born to catch the symmetry and floor it past the limit, mean I'm fucking that... but when I'm done I'll fuck the rest of her Own the rap game, so there is no fucking competitor And so I jack it to magazines that I had In the back of Chevrolet that I had to snag from my daddy But as for me, I'm an addict, so drugs get rolled up emphatically Sporadically, and after, I smack and I apple-jack for cheese Better Cheddar, sticky like some wet snow Wrap-Up Winter, then it's time to hit my next bowl Lotta boxes what the kid sees Usually keep my distance, but this instance Hit it magically like Trixie I guess that's what you'd call a friendship forever When I send this genetic in, I blend shit together But I make it better, she take the next dick whenever When I grab a wire hanger, get to cleansing her nethers (Fuck, I HATE horses!) [Verse 2] I'm a hoof-beating Cooked cretin Fan-fiction book-reading Crooked, horsefucking rapper God damn it Growing up, I was never treated as a someone So I figured I was none Dragon is above, son And at the end of the day, even royalty is undone Cause I make the Moon go down, and the Sun come I keep a paddock and stack it up with whores sitting Pretty in a massive stack of maggoty horseshit What I mix, they take of it accurate four sips And pass into gloriousness while I do the dirty work [Verse 3 (Single version only)] Took a roller-blade to her tuchus I'm a pain in the tuchus Got my vein in her Try to get away Gotta break a couple bones (phones) off Take a couple stones Cross a cranium with chrome Catch a bullet to the face... Catch a bullet to the face... Horses ain't shit