Always in the way Never falls away Never knows the Way You'll never grow rice that way Pull the nail up By the root A Caucasian male in a Cashmere lawsuit Rollin' in on His sixth sin Called a Tibetan “Chinaman” He'll spray hairspray x3 You'll never grow rice that way Emerging from hookah fog smacks opponents down like they're smacked-up blind dogs Modeled business model on Coleridge and Rush's Kubla Kahn He'll spray hairspray x3 You'll never grow rice that way In your eyes In your rice x 4 He proves a horse is a horse using a non-horse. Oh, of course... He'll spray hairspray x3 You'll never grow rice that way He'll spray hairspray (In your eyes) Hell sprays hairspray (In your rice) He'll spray hairspray (In your eyes) Hell sprays hairspray (In your rice)

I'm covered in spaghetti. But I don't like spaghetti It's all red and mushy And noodles are all floppy. I rather be covered in Mayonnaise A white, gloopy, blop of Mayonnaise Choke on, Choke on, Choke on tomato Swim in, Swim in, Swim in mayo Choke on, Choke on, Choke on tomato Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with mayo My mom used to make me eat cheerios But I don't like cheerios Though they're pretty good with honey but they won't steal my money Choke on, Choke on, Choke on cheerio Swim in, Swim in, Swim in mayo Choke on, Choke on, Choke on cheerio Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with mayo I'm covered in alfredo, But I'm allergic to cheese Alfredo is white, but so is mayo, so I guess it's a little better than spaghetti. But not by much. Choke on, Choke on, Choke on alfredo Swim in, Swim in, Swim in mayo Choke on, Choke on, Choke on alfredo Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with mayo Mayonnaise Mayonnaise Mayonnaise all you motherfuckers

Brotherly trees, it's not what I expected Even as I reflected on our past Brotherly trees, didn't expect to see you you came on back to me - you made it last Not so fast, we can't let this past Brotherly trees, we'll sit and mix together not thinking 'bout the weather overhead Up on the breeze, my soul will fly so gently You're coming up to take me back instead And you're not misled - we could stay in bed Fucking hell I'm goddamn sick of these brotherly trees using passivity To snuff emotionality Music requires genuine feeling Not constant stealing of your money, your brain, and your time These fuckers make a lovely rhyme About trees and clouds, high as you can see Should be Smashed to dust by concrete imagery The city Where the seeds of the idol trees are planted Opinions are slanted And profits are granted To those who say what they want you to hear And soothing lies are pissed into your ear. Brotherly trees, they don't have to listen they don't care what they're missin' half the time You and me - we could be just like them Lie back and softly fight them, slow and free we don't have to be pulled and torn in three Oh god damn it! Progress has never been made By an artist making art just to get paid Omnipresent acoustic guitar played in every car Driver trapped in fear of what I hear Regression Depression Suppression of those who've had enough of this shit of those who are fucking fed up with it of those who don't want the NSA to have their way The wallets of the one percent are lined with crimes that they made sure weren't prosecuted They're judge and jury, you're executed And the sad fact's You'll never hear that The hungry only get to grow weaker 'Cause the only thing growing out of your speaker Is vapor and concepts and nothing that means anything but the bullshit of brotherly trees. Brotherly trees, it's not what I expected Even as I reflected on our past Brotherly trees, didn't expect to know you I never got to show you how it'd be just you and me you and me and some fucking trees

(As transcribed from Rainbow Dash's "Journal for Stuff") TWO FOR ONE SONG (#1 Spring Jam) Talk about milk, cake, cows, smoothies, Cherry Berry [she sucks!!!], grills, and cars TWO FOR ONE THAT I GOT FOR TWO FOR ONE !!! Two for one! Lots of fun! Cinmin bun! Machine gun! Horse pun! Smoothie = ice + cream + fruit = delicious Applejack has an old drum set out back Maybe try gluing drumsticks to Fluttershy? Sometimes a cloud goes over the sun and it's hard to write songs. If I ever become mayor, I'll tell the clouds to leave the sun alone when I'm writing. Pinkie wrote a song too!! There once was a pony who was really fast And I think that her name was Rainbow Dash One day, she sang a song about stuff and then she died. The end. (I don't think it was about me, because this Rainbow Dash is dead. Maybe I'll meet her someday!!!)

Yo-Yo, oopsy, I'm a little loopy Feeling kinda shitty, Oops, I mean poopy God, ain't it silly? Isn't it a pity? Here in the city, we manufacture pretty A childish notion, genital lotion Magical potion So you can feel fine. Lordy, ain't it fine? Some-R-Set, play with me please pet Know we just met, pool just got you wet Sprawled on the park, lying in the dark Hear the dogs bark, back on Noah's arc Gonna get busted, isn't God disgusted? Fucking maladjusted Let's just pay the fine Lordy, there's a fine. Lordy, there's a fine. (It's all so fine) Lordy, ain't it fine? (It's all so fine) Fuck that omnipresent fine. (Ain't it all so fine?) What a fine line. (Too many goddamn fines) Pay the fine to feel fine All the time.

There appears to be an insufficient amount of stank.

You're a cunt. You're a cunt. You're a cunt. Pardon me for using such engendered language I really don't mean to insult women But the “c” word is one of the few we have left That still retains the power to offend. To defibrillate the heart you must defibrillate the mind And to defibrillate the mind you must defibrillate the ear And shock we must. And offend we must. Sometimes a good offense is the best defense An offense as a defense against using offense to defend Yes, I can plainly see the hypocrisy But I meant the former verbal while the latter literal To defibrillate the heart you must defibrillate the mind And to defibrillate the mind you must defibrillate the ear And shock we must And offend we must In abuse we trust So without further ado Let's continue The parent who deliberately gives their child a stupid name is a cunt. The man on the street who won't use his blinker's a cunt Those who lambaste others for their likes or beliefs are all cunts Those who hurt the homeless are cunts Your politicians, CEOs, and cable news anchors All the music, movie, comedy, and culture producers Business men and lawyers far as you can see That all sold their cunting soul for cunting money Gathering in groups to form a cunt brigade Marching through the streets like a cunt parade Serving you refreshments like Cunt-onaid And selling you the poor so they can get paid And making sure improvements will never get made.