Y'all acting like you've never seen two pinkies before; Jaws all on the floor, Panic; like you're looking at Discord While he's whooping your arse; you curse a bit more, And maybe in Morse, you could send a few words of remorse Of course this shit is crazy and it's messed up; It's best of pinkie, and the schedule's a mess of Things that would leave twilight on meds... That's nothing you idiots, twilights dead, she's in Fluttershy's shed That said, don't be mad that I'm no longer just one, Just be glad that none of me have acquired a gun, Because none of me have ever tried to fire one, So it'd be bad, and a long wait for the doctor to come. Maybe if you'd done less shit, Karma wouldn't have won, But now there's enough of me to have all of the fun. Don't try disarm a pinkie when she's searching for someone With a knife drawn out, because she's gunna get stunned, And could cause a big mess with your intestines; an equine death, And she only had it because she was a chef At a birthday party... well sort of, just with hookers and meth. Stand back if you smell alcohol on her breath, Because a drunk pinkies a bad one; Even sober a mad one, So crazy that she can't be topped by all of the fandom; A random horsie of mad and wild antics, So don't you be glad that there are now too many to count, But don't doubt that it's good she ain't RD, Because her narcissm would inevitably caused a schism, Leading to the collapse of their communism, But for now let's scream until the dead have risen --- Yes I'm the pink pony; Don't think that I'm a phony; All the other pink ponies, They're just bloody clone-ies So won't the real pink pony please stand up Please stand up Please stand up