David Larsen - Big Macintosh vs. Blueblood lyrics

[Verse 1: Blueblood] Oh please, you little pauper, do you know who I am? I'm a prince, against me I'm surprised that you can stand They sent some filthy work horse to fight? Oh, how absurd How can you rap battle? You only know two words! You're such a joke! When you were a dog, you had more brains! Spend less time with colts, and we won't think that you're gay! You call this game a rap battle? Well, this will be over quick But I'm not leaving 'till I teach this mutt a few brand new tricks! There's nothing big about you, you won't leave anyone wowing That's probably why your garden is the only field that you're plowing I'll leave your eyes derping in circles by the end of this song! And you'll keep saying to yourself "I just don't know what went wrong!" [Verse 2: Big Mac] You like to talk a big game, you sure are pompous, eeyup! But everything that you've said just doesn't seem to add up Now pardon me if I'm wrong, you see, I'm no good at math But I don't need to know what 2 plus 2 is to whoop your a**! I may not be the brightest bulb or the sharpest of nails But you're so dense that people think you're delivering their mail You're a coward! A chump! You're not cut out for this game! Oh, by the way, you have a little bit of dirt in your mane They call you Blueblood? I'm sure that's not the only thing blue If anypony is a joke here, it's probably you You've gone way out of your league, just pack your bags and go home They call me Big for a reason: Too much to handle on your own! [Verse 3: Blueblood] You've taken one too many apples to the head, you big fool! Go back to your Schmoopie Woopy Pie Cause you're about to get schooled! Too much to handle on my own? Oh, you think that you're scary? You got tricked by your sis, a chicken, and dictionary! This ain't a rodeo, you pig, now get that dirt off your coat! Cause while you're stuck in the mud, I'm in the air, on a boat! Go cling to Smarty Pants and cry yourself to sleep, you big dope! Do you still think you can win? Because the answer's- [Verse 4: Big Mac] "Nnnope!" Every rose has its thorn? Well, you could have fooled me! Because you sure ain't no flower, prince, you're more like a weed! I'll buck you like a rotten apple, kick you out in the rain You're not a prince, Blueblood, you're just a big royal pain! Where's your charming attitude now? What's wrong, are you scared? Because I shot you down like Rarity or some other mare? You better saddle up and leave before I show you some harm So get your royal a** up, and get the buck off my farm!