DESCRIPTION:
I made this soooo long ago but never posted it here
I don't even like MLP but this song is hard as shit, had to kill it
LYRICS:
EBB
I’m not a fan of puppeteers but I’ve a nagging fear
someone else is pulling at the strings
Something terrible is going down through the entire town
wreaking anarchy and all it brings

I can’t sit idly, no, I can’t move at all
I curse the name, the one behind it all…

Discord, I’m howlin’ at the moon
And sleepin’ in the middle of a summer afternoon
Discord, whatever did we do
To make you take our world away?

Discord, are we your prey alone,
Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?
Discord, we won’t take it anymore
So take your tyranny away!

I’m fine with changing status quo, but not in letting go
Now the world is being torn apart
A terrible catastrophe played by your symphony,
what a terrifying work of art!

YourDaftHero
With time there’s no limit
If you want it baby get it
Feed that hunger till it gremlins and speaks its opinion

Pent up plotting super schemes
Daft a prof, doc and dean
College bitches suck me clean
Roll the weed and make the lean

Shit, that’s stupid, Judas wear exclusive
Zoom in to the clues, kid, see my point is proven
Proof is, point blank, looking for a quick escape?
Oceans open but you drowning in the smallest lake

No style, I dress day to day for nothing
Nudging nerves never spend cash for cloth lusting
Desire a deal more than those Gucci rags
Tired motherfucker check my eyes for them Louie bags

Tech 9 tongue, so all these verbs work like guns
Nose bridge bless the barrel for all but the holy nuns
Sorry Mr.Twist, you will get none
Cruel when winter comes, I’m Scrooge with these green funds

All these fighter fingers burnt, bent and broken
Gasoline cocktails and every rag soaken
Scars on hands from the soap and number 1 & 2
So we don’t talk about the act or motive

Motif unnoticed, so Daft how you focus
With a few foes posted posting acts bogus
Well, I don’t know and I just conjure up the grossest grime and wait on their postponed dethronements

Arm for blood alchemy’s indeed my back artistry
Anchor and authority, no lightning or Thors for thee
Several porous bottles pouring more for me
Morally the spectrum is a speck of rum with Hennessy

Know the presidence is presidents but what’s the cost common sense?
Always pressing forward, never analyzing consequence
Go call it quits, scrape the bank, invest ya wits
Rap isnt for you and its sad I gotta tell you this :(