*APPLEJACK*
 
Buck trees, get bits, who you tryin to hit, bitch?/
Fuck homos til they find it hard to sit, switch my/
rhyme scheme up 'cause I'm ability-pimped/
Just 8 bars, so I spit as many syllables quick/
As I can, so fuck another bitch, you know who it is,/
Applejack, Throw an apple at your sack and let it rip/
Fruit for cash so I can have another flatscreen for the crib/
Faggot Dash better back up, I'll stab a motherfuckin' crip./
 
*MC RAINBOW DASH*
 
8 lines ain't a lot to teach you your place,
But prepare to served by this lyrical ace.
So how does it feel to be stuck in the dirt,
I preform acts of awesome you just make my dessert.
Bucking apples all day, how lame can you be?
Be we know what you want to get a taste of me.
Your barn door will swing any way I desire,
So bring it fillyfooler, let's see you open fire.
 
*APPLEJACK
 
I ain't got a barn door, don't gotta brag about swingin'/
'Cause I just tore that door down an' now I'm smashin' you with it/
I'm past feelin' fillies, just spittin' flows and stabbin' them fillies/
Applejack's blastin' her stack at any fag that will admit it/
I'm askin' fo really, slut, calm yo shit down, before I have to grab a/
bitch and then smack that bitch around, I'm gettin' money, you/
Gettin' shit with your head in the clouds, I'd rather have your face/
up in my flanks an' goin' to town./
Psyche. Faggot.