Zecora (raps)
My friend from the southern part of Manehattan
You will fall apart from my rhyming plan
My plan is to beat you in this battle
Hopefully your brain isn't like a can that rattles
Fore score more than seven years ago
I've been rhyming with natural glow and flow
I know that you're good, but I might as well call you a rookie
If I win, I'll give you a cookie
Sure, you have a poem story called "Poetry Is Magic"
But I'll be the victor, as your loss will be so tragic
Though you're like me, poetic and wise
But you'll see me walk away in front of your eyes
You're dealing with a rhyming zebra with fame
And it would be a crying shame
That you will lose to the zebra MC
As you can't cut it close, you see
Peace Poet (raps)
Now wait just a minute, Zecora
You're not exactly on Pandora
I know that you make any kind of potions
Though I'm sorry I didn't use your cheap lotions
But this a battle, and you're rhymes are a poison joke
Weak and frail, like Trixie's magic smoke
I'll blow you away like Starlight did Discord
My name will be on every Equestria billboard
It's time I bring the heat, towards your defeat
Victory taste so sweet, your loss, not so neat
Though if I have to say that I rhyme like a hawk
Like Rainbow Dash's Rainboom messing up your mohawk
Please believe when my rhymes can walk the walk
Talk the talk, while you're erased like chalk
Though I gotta say, you hang on real well
Like a spell, your word will do one thing, fail!