Smarty Pants (feat. F3nning)

Fenning: Are we, uh, still doing this?
Yelling At Cats: Uh, yeah, we're rolling

[BANTER]

[F3nning]
This is F3, a model brony
Here to shed some light on a subject that near to me
It's plain to see, that what seems like a fandom with no heirs
Is in reality a hierarchy that's unfair

And if ya want to face facts, then I can give you quite a scare
Getting love from the higher ups is really quite rare
And with initiation rights to get famous, I fucking swear
It's like riding a fucking bus; you wanna go? Then pay the fare!

And with musicians, really some ponies are just ridiculous
It's obvious to some that respect and love is really just
A pipe-dream, forgettable as it is meticulous
To not be a dick to anyone who's as unknown as us

And every now and then, we'll get a nice dude
Quick to love and slow to judge, and never really rude
But if he's unwilling to do some trivial request
Then he'll be left in obscurity like all the fucking rest

[BANTER]

[Yelling At Cats]
Meow~! They call me Cats
I'm a brat to the kittens I like to yell at
Up here to roast these mics and Spike your drink
I guess that's why I'm no so liked, I think

I'm on the brink of insanity for causing calamity
Oh the humanity! I love my profanity!
I love the vanity that these kids show -
They say I rap slow, don't know shit about flow?

You're about a hop, skip, and a jump away
From a big beat down, so watch what you say
It's ironic cause this music is symbolic
You act so demonic, cause your music's bionic

Keep takin' and gawking' about the fans you got
Go think that you're hot when you really are not
Cause you bought your place, claimed skill, and plus
You didn't start from the bottom up, like us

So what's the fuss when I state a fact?
Why's it attract kids who like to react
With hate, and they generate a stupid retort
Cause they think I don't do this just for the sport

I'll be honest, I feel like blowing a fuse
These kids confuse me for accusing these dudes
Fuck the hierarchy, and how you choose it
Smarty Pants, YAC - let there be music

[BANTER]

(breakdown)

[F3nning]

Yeah

I'm just like fuck it; you wanna be making this into a competition?
But you seem to forget that your contest leads you right into perdition
And it be keeping me wishing that all these bronies can see my mission
To free us from all the hatred that we're always fucking dishing

[Yelling At Cats]
They fucked up when they started working for fame
Sptittin' the same writtin' shit, and makin' a joke of the game
It's lame, but who's the blame? The people up at the top!
Who stop traffic, and are erratic to the bronies they drop!

[F3nning]
YAC making music with meaning
And with the blood of tiger call him Charlie cause he be Sheening
Makin' 'em wish they had guts like Cats, like bursting a spleen and
Standing up for what he believe like he be leaving ya dreaming

[Yelling At Cats]
Juicy little flanks just movin' around
To the sound with their pretty face up, hooves down
F3nning and Cats, running a rat race, disgrace
Smarty Pants kiddies, please just turn up the fucking bass

Killing the game and leaving nothing to trace!

[BANTER]

And . . . That's a wrap!