Bronies, y'all noob rappers just got on my sh*t list
Witness the epic fitness of these disses
Spit sick on your picnic of mother goose rhymes
Meson Bolt bars guaranteed to kill it every time
Before you rage on your keys you better stop, better hold
Because these spicy lines will make you drop, dead and cold
That's right, y'all incurred my wrath, so stand back son
When I'm finished you'll be dead, I'll be like "done and done"
And I know what you're thinking. "How can Meson Bolt
drop any lines when his own name rhymes with 'dolt'?"
It ain't my fault, brother, I know it's a perfect fit
But if you use that line I'll be standing there like "Called it."
Death rhymes, comin faster than your bedtime
Mic control, clearer than the traffic of the airlines
And if you amateurs try and step to me
I'll be convicted of murder of the lyrical degree
That's right, this bad boy will be your first offender
But I won't blame you if you're scared into a surrender
Ain't even warmed up, but already a duel-ender
I just fire away like there's no other contender