No Friends in the Wild (Lyrics) · 1:35am Jul 8th, 2013
Note: I made this back in December and posted it in my feed but never actually in a blog. Well here it is, a ponified version "No Church in the Wild" by Kanye West. Hate the song, but it was easy to change. Just look up the instrumental and sing(rap) along, or if you don't know the song-look it up.
Equine beings in a mob.
Whats a mob to a queen?
Whats a queen to a god?
Whats a god to a non-believer, who don't believe in
anything?
Make it out alive
All right, all right.
No friends in the wild.
Tears on the castle floor.
Rainbow stains the coliseum doors.
Lies on the lips of a prince
A queen disguised trys to convince.
Rollin' in the royal carrige
only the enchantress got this,
I'm hidin from the guard
Ciders' hard.
All black
like I got the whole thing tarred.
Shadowbolt sharp
I'm wonderin' where a students letters
warp.
A Pie is pious
cause soarin loves pie.
Starswirl asks,
"Whose wisdom do y'all seek?"
All for Luna, screech.
I'm out here howlin'
I know y'all here me speak.
AJ was a farmer,
Vinyl laid beats.
Winter brings the windingos
get the hell up out your seats,
teach'
Equine beings in a mob.
Whats a mob to a queen?
Whats a queen to a god?
Whats a god to a non-believer, who don't believe in
anything?
Make it out alive
All right, all right.
No friends in the wild.
I live by you,
Desire.
I stand by you,
Walk through the fire.
Your love is my manger.
Let me into your chamber.
Sass on her grey skin
made a stripe like a zebra.
I call that Everfree fever.
You will not control the season.
Just roll the salt up
until I get me some.
We formed a new realation.
No twins as long as theres frustration.
And deception is the only weaponry.
So never buck nopony without tellin' me.
Sunglasses and no sun
last night was double fun.
sun comin' up
5am.
I wonder if they got horse puns.
thinkin' 'bout the mare in all leather.
who was buckin' trees, but not together.
Two cutie marks,
one read- "no harmony".
the other Said
"Love is cursed by insurgency". [perversity]
That's somethin that the
Princess don't preach.
That's somethin' that a
teacher can't teach.
When we die
the bits we can't keep.
But we prolly spend it all
'cause the cherries aint cheap.
Preach.
Equine beings in a mob.
Whats a mob to a queen?
Whats a queen to a god?
Whats a god to a non-believer, who don't believe in
anything?
Make it out alive
All right, all right.
No friends in the wild.
No friends in the wild.
No firends in the wild.
No friends in the wild.
END
