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Evil Enchantress, quick with a gland snip

Cutting up the ponies to pieces to mix with plant bits
She's got a sick flow, puts on a freak show
Hermit during day, but a killer under the moon's glow.


(Verse 1)
Who's that? Zecora? Bringing horror?

Murderin' the ponies who dare to knock on her door
Her little secret in her recipes
Is in the back room, festering

And questioning her motives will lead you to some unpleasant things
Yeah, one little slice and then your stomach's open
Huh, she does it twice and now your organs showing

Now she's flowin', spittin' rhymes
Rappin' while she takes her time
But she ain't no Pinkie Pie, she's using you for medicines.

Uh, a pony heart is good for Cutie Pox
Yo, she digs around and then you enter shock
"Wh-wh-why must I die?"

She starts to laugh a little at you as you start to cry
She pulls out cables now and zaps you, now your organs fry
Cooked appendixes can help in saving ponies' lives

No remorse, yo, she's a sick horse
Nopony to help you, you can scream until your throat's hoarse.


Keep it quiet now, she pulls some pliers out
Reaching down your throat to rip your vocal cords out of your mouth
You try to make a sound, suddenly, the pain abounds

Something hits the floor, and then she laughs,
"I guess your liver's found."
Ow. You wanna shout until somepony hears

But now you know that you're alone in here to face your fears
She puts a scalpel to your ear and makes a small incision
Brain surgery is something she enjoys with improvision.


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(Verse 2)
You slip from consciousness
Suddenly, your eyes open

Lookin' down, you've found she's hit you with a shot: adrenaline
She's playin' Pinkie's game, forcing you to stay awake
The pain consumes you body as you wait for her to seal your fate

You start to lose it,
The aching and the bruising
All the contusions on you make you beg for some intrusion

And now she steels her face
You wait for death's embrace
This is what you get for when you step inside Zecora's Game.


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