The Living Tombstone - Guncakes lyrics

[Verse 1: Yelling At Cats] Put it in the mix, stir it up and bag it Put a little sweets and sprinkles, add it Wondering whether I am feeling like Single shot rifles or fully automatic One in the chamber, and ten in the clip Gotta sell it quick or my friends will flip I'm a chip off the old block, feeling sick Aw f**, royal guards, everypony dip! Drop through the back door, trouble's stewin' Got a new batch of cupcakes brewin' It's a little true that we're good at screwing Colts and mares with the stuff we're doing Hey, hey, sec, this gun won't budge Colt 45 is in the fudge You may wanna settle just a little grudge Wink wink, nudge nudge, and hey, we don't judge And hey, could I just interest you in In a Glock, or this here m6a2 SCAR's in stock, but we got a new issue Promise it'll rock and cut through tissue Thanks, we'll dish some tax and a fee Relax, you can trust this Pinkie No tracks for this transaction, see? Just remember: you didn't get it from me! [Hook: Living Tombstone] If you want them dead, just give us a call We'll give you the guns so you can show them all We'll give you anything for whatever it takes It's an all-out war for a piece of Guncakes If you want them dead, just give us a call We'll give you the guns so you can show them all We'll give you anything for whatever it takes It's an all-out war for a piece of Guncakes [Verse 2: Yelling At Cats] Guns, knives, stocks, rocks No locks, it pops, and chops, and drops Gunshots, no lives, it shocks and clocks Heart is thumpin', tick-tock tick-tock Block these bullets bouncing off of my chest Sock ‘em, cull it, with a bulletproof vest Oh, you foal it, tell me, who coulda guessed Pinkie would be rolling with the guns of the best Guards be shaking in the corner and cower Chests be breaking every minute of the hour Haters keep talking ‘cause their mood is so sour Then when we call ‘em they turn whiter than flour Oh! You really know she is hostile Really be brawlin' with the gun shell apostle Waitin' to watch the equestrians topple Life is a party always being her motto Boom! She used to be so docile Shake it and break it, make ‘em rest with the fossils Blam! Guncakes is the gospel Who would have guessed it'd ever be so colossal? Uh! Now we're lettin' it known Bettin' and settin' everything for the throne Yeah, Guncakes makes us bad to the bone Add another name upon the Tombstone! [Hook x2]