Vultures

[Verse 1: Wootmaster]
It's time to wake ya ass up
A cup of Folgers is not enough
It's rougher for us as we get older
But no matter what, for these horses, I remain a soldier
Cuz I got a chip on my shoulder bigger than Holder's Boulder
Thought I told you, I represent the culture
To borrow a phrase, yeah, I protected it from the vultures
And now I gotta go hard again
For this fandom I will always defend
For the homies ponies and all my friends, I'm the guardian

[Verse 2: Wootmaster]
Babs Seed is back, baby, it's bully time
Gotta a hoof full of fury packed into every line
Despite what you might think, no, everything is not fine
Especially when we got these suckas celebrating our decline
No, please tell me how it's going making real music
Hiding who you are and what you did, just so you can prove it
To the cool kids and producers that you're hip now
While still making ass tracks nobody gives a shit about
Yuh, best believe that I won't mince words or hold back
When wack acts start sniffing themselves
And snap at my whole pack
As a matter of fact I think that they feel sad 'cuz

[Outro: Wootmaster]
You know what, I can't even finish this, man
Just cut it, just cut the track, just render it
I don't even care anymore, dude
It was all good back in the day with these fools
Now they wanna switch up and… yeah whatever