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mic the microphone - iron will vs. zecora lyrics

[verse 1: iron will]
get back, fruity stripe
it’s about to go down!
make way for the greatest
motivator around!
iron will’s the name
training ponies is my game!
and my beat will hit you harder
than the grill of a train!
you got your feet full of peat
i’ve got rock-hard abs!
so just crawl back in your hut
and keep cooking your hash!
i’ll be laying you out
with my 12 step course
cause there’s more than one way
to skin a jive-talking-horse!
you talk in tongues!
they think you’re a freak!
i’m gonna school you real fast
but it won’t come cheap!
bringing the pain in the name
of the great iron will!
you got served, miss cleo
now i’m serving you the bill!

[verse 2: zecora]
have you gone mad?
don’t be wasting my time!
do you dare challenge me
to a battle of rhyme?
my advice is sage
all you do is gloat!
at least i never ride
the backside of a goat!
are you feeling shy?
come look me in the eye!
you’ll never beat me
but you’re welcome to try
i’m the very last mare
you want to provoke
your mighty pecs will be hexed
by my poison joke
you’re a fool of a bull
who keeps talking like a tool
i don’t mean to be cruel
but you’re gonna lose the duel!
i wipe away the ills
of the dreaded cutie pox
but nopony can help your
numb skull full of rocks!

[verse 3: iron will]
you blow voodoo smoke
while i bring in results!
i can motivate the plot
of any mare and colt!
cut the witch doctor cr-p
and let me take the lead!
i’ll show you how it’s done
satisfaction guaranteed!
i’d hate to be you now
you done rattled my cage!
i turn shy little ponies
into b-lls of rage!
you’re gonna straight lose
when i blow my fuse!
you wanna rap against me
then i’ll wrath against you!

[verse 4: zecora]
big talk from a thug
who got beat by a tree!
throw your tantrum, boy
it don’t matter to me
you think you can survive
these neck of the woods?
you’re in everfree now
and this here is my hood!
i’m a rhyming enchantress
with spellbinding dances
run back to your maze
cause you ran out of chances!
i’ll tear you anew
and when i’m through
i’ll serve you in a pot of my boiled beef stew!

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