XI. Cupcakes
Oh dash, I'm glad you're here.
This job of mine is oh so dreary.
Don't scream, not MUCH to fear
I'm glad it's you, this makes me weary
I'm sure you'll BRIGTHEN up my day
Before you really start to cry
Oh, just one more thing you should know
You're gonna die.
Let me rip your deamons
Tear them out your throat
Cut your flesh and body
Till you'll dead and bloat
You see, I'm really sorry,
Dashy, but there's nothing I can do
I drew your number, that's the rules here
Now your time with us is through
Still we have a little while
'for your blood loss takes your life
We can chat about our past,
My god, my dear, you've turned so white!
What, is this fear I'm seeing?
What happened to the dash I knew?
As soon as your life is threatened
You will cower, it's nothing new
So let's get down to business
Better late than never I say
Oh, dashie, do you have any sickness?
Wait...once your cooked, it won't matter anyway!
Oh did that hurt? What happened to the big, strong rainbow dash I knew? And for that matter, why do they call it a hack saw? You don't hack with it: that's what I was doing with the knife!
Can you scream just a little bit louder?
It chills my blood in the most satisfying of ways
Let me look into your eyes, let me see your soul
Show what it's like, When a pony betrays
Rip the flank, and leave it to whiter
Oh dearie me, it seems I've been drawing this out a bit too long...
Let's go, it's time...
DIE!
Oh dash, I'm glad you're here.
This job of mine is oh so dreary.
Don't scream, not MUCH to fear
I'm glad it's you, this makes me weary
I'm sure you'll BRIGTHEN up my day
Before you really start to cry
Oh, just one more thing you should know
You're gonna die.
Let me rip your deamons
Tear them out your throat
Cut your flesh and body
Till you'll dead and bloat
You see, I'm really sorry,
Dashy, but there's nothing I can do
I drew your number, that's the rules here
Now your time with us is through
Still we have a little while
'for your blood loss takes your life
We can chat about our past,
My god, my dear, you've turned so white!
What, is this fear I'm seeing?
What happened to the dash I knew?
As soon as your life is threatened
You will cower, it's nothing new
So let's get down to business
Better late than never I say
Oh, dashie, do you have any sickness?
Wait...once your cooked, it won't matter anyway!
Oh did that hurt? What happened to the big, strong rainbow dash I knew? And for that matter, why do they call it a hack saw? You don't hack with it: that's what I was doing with the knife!
Can you scream just a little bit louder?
It chills my blood in the most satisfying of ways
Let me look into your eyes, let me see your soul
Show what it's like, When a pony betrays
Rip the flank, and leave it to whiter
Oh dearie me, it seems I've been drawing this out a bit too long...
Let's go, it's time...
DIE!