Pony

Are you ready, are you ready to play the game
Are you ready, huh huh, are you ready to play the game?

It is like riding a pony
Whenever we get horny
He hisses like a horsy
We get busy

It is like riding a pony
Whenever we get horny
He hisses like a horsy
We get busy

You child get back in this room
So we may play
So we may do
You child get back in this room
So we may play fat kaboom

Are you ready, are you ready to play the game
Are you ready, huh huh, are you ready to play the game?

Cussing and turfing and riding when you're rhyming
Dem chubby chicks chinese lips tiny wits don't know shit about flying
And when they bring you below keep it indoor tell me how bad your body got sore
I aint going back in that room boy, I've no interest in kaboom boy
Pwapapwapwa

I met a fat man, a pony man, a weird dude that sings like a strangled chapman
An old man a very nice man, playing the tunes that make your booty go bam
On the street sides for those who by they playing the tunes that make your head turn 'round