Verse 1:
Sometimes I sigh when these debates come to sight.
People compensate, there points fall at sunlight

It shines and reveals the side of there lie.
That they can't lift the veal, realize and fly.


Maybe there eyes can't see the cold side.
Of the ponies that they seem to idolize.
Purple mane, I'm ashamed, they can't see to say.

That your wings are aflame in the middle of the day.

You decieve your friends and claim generosity.

The way I see it you're something of an oddity.
Leave your friends thinking your a prodigy.
fell and flailed not knowing it was meant to be.


I'm ashamed rarity, you clamor for reconginition.
when you blamed away you hide in recesetation.

Afraid to say what you truly know by definition.
Some day your sis might fly from that stagnation


You try to deny but only supply the fine line
Between being saved and being tossed to the sidelines.


Verse 2:
Hey bros, I'm back, seeing how the rhymes stack.
For the defense on the fence of the mare attack.

Little sense, backing crap based on the wrong facts.
Single rap, fighting back, on the fight, the odds stacked.


Bronies attack on rarity's generosity.
Ponies lack life to fight these petty atrocities.
So I have to stand with buff on these fallacies.

That's tough, forget fluff, end abnormalities.

Discord, Dark lord, Enticing her, chaotic trap.

Running laps, saving this gem from the cold map
carved in the mud, no fun, trails of dirt, pure flirt
Hypnotized and marred by the lord with no skirt


to avoid every ploys, turned into his toy.
Lacking the coy she'd always destroy.

Sure I could be wrong but that's my opinion.
Fights against this defense and leave my point winning.


Every time you deny, I'll bring rar' with her true side.
Resign from you side or be face with the cruel sign.
Tactics planned can be banned with your one lie.

And you could be left and tossed to the sidelines

Verse 3:

Cal here for the pony everypony should know
Time to show what this pony chose to propose
I'll bide, but if I have to go and decide

I'll preach the pro rare side this time.

I'm not here to rip off of verses

I'll prepare and go through rehearsing
Just like rar', she prepares for every dress
to squeeze by, top of the line, no less


that the best is the standard of fine
the only kind she strives to provide

every mare who fairs against her large bill
will be filled with the care she instills


in every dress that the rest can't match
none can match the work and stress
No pony is as fast, never slow

as the type of pony every pony should know.