This seems appropriate to share in honor of Coolio. Shout out to a real one

Pony Paradise
Lyrics by Super Trampoline based on lyrics by Coolio and Stevie Wonder

Verse 1
As I trot through the tunnels buried deep in the hive
I take a look at my life and how I’m barely alive
That’s a commonality in this forsaken land
We can’t feed, we can’t fly, heck we barely can stand

Yeah the Queen says we’re fine, says our break’s almost here,
But she speaks only lies; it’s the truth that I fear
Cause she claims she’s the best, yeah she claims she is great
But I’d be more inclined were there love on my plate

To believe what she says, that there’s plenty of food
That she cares for the hive, that she cares for her brood
I’m compelled to agree, cause she’s up in my brain
I just wish that the voice in my head wasn’t insane.

Chorus
Been spending most our lives infiltrating pony paradise
It’s a kingdom built on lies by a mad queen bent on regicide
In a barren desert lies our so called Changeling Paradise
For a change it would be nice were it more like pony paradise

Verse 2
Buried in the desert Buried here among us
Burned for heat in winter Or composted for our fungus
There’s a lot ways to dispose of the departed
Which is good I suppose since this famine has started

Dropping us like flies (and we’re bugs after all)
Why only last week, I met Kevin in the hall
He had just gotten back from some fancy donkey wedding.
I said “how fun!”, but you know what was upsetting?

The very next day, we met up for a meal:
A feast to honor his return from the field
I tried to give a toast, but ‘twas hard to celebrate
When the meal’s main course was his head on a plate.

PreChorus
Oh, my beloved subjects, do you not trust me, your Queen?
Times may be tough, and things will be rough, but soon, I will catch that rotten Twilight Sparkle and the other princesses, and ALL WILL BOW BEFORE ME!

Chorus
Been spending most our lives infiltrating pony paradise
It’s a kingdom built on lies by a mad queen bent on regicide
In a barren desert lies our so called Changeling Paradise
For a change it would be nice were it more like pony paradise

Verse 3
Look at the grubs I’m raising Stunted and sickly
Emaciated, They’re not grazing And they’re fading quickly
Enslaving ponies once was easy now it’s tricky
I’m so damn hungry that I just might eat queen Chrissy.

All the holes in our legs getting bigger each day
And at this point I think, there’s more holes than there’s fae
We don’t look like Swiss cheese, we look like wire mesh
And when we’re in disguise, sunken eyes and rotting flesh.

Chrysalis is feasting on our few fresh catches
But the eggs that she lays, not a single one hatches
Our spies are disappearing and we all know why
I’d rather be a prisoner than stay here and die.

Chorus
Been spending most our lives infiltrating pony paradise
It’s a kingdom built on lies by a mad queen bent on regicide
In a barren desert lies our so called Changeling Paradise
For a change it would be nice were it more like pony paradise

Outro
Tell me why is she So blind to see
That the ones we drain Aren’t our enemies?