When two 63'd unicorns do battle, things get interesting for both parties.
Who won in the end? You decide....
((Lyrics done by me and thegreatandpowerfulchalupa, while vocals done by the two listed in the title. Hope you enjoy.))
So, Dusk Shine, ready to bow down to my greatness?
We'll just see about that, Presto...
Well then, let's duel!
I'll have you know, at this very hour
That I'm the one with the greatest power
I'll defeat you with grace and magical skill
And if you don't like it, you should just chill
I now am your better, in arts all arcane
And I'm certain to fight me now is insane
You're a fool to fight me like this, Dusk Shine
As you battle a magician and wordsmith divine!
You've got some pretty lights Presto, to this I'll agree
But nothing fillies and colts will wait hours to see
You think that you're special? A cut above the rest?
What did you even score on any magical test?
And let me ask you this: where did you learn to rhyme?
I've read foals' literature with better time
Sloppy meter and sloppy flow
No wonder you were run off at every show!
Not bad, not bad, for a weaker unicorn
But I'm going to beat you down hard with the scorn
That I felt being laughed at, made a laughing stock
You might think it's so easier to just mock
Me of all mares, but such efforts are wasteful
I mean, after all I went through, that's just untasteful
Well then, I hope that you're ready to rock
For I think you're now in for a magical shock!
Presto, good sir, let me tell you a secret
Your image was dead before I ever neared it
You make a fool of yourself; I can sit by and watch
Go back to your calling and farm your rocks
This isn't your game, I was born to win
You can cheat all you want; we all know how it ends
So make like a wheel and just keep on rolling
You're incapable of even beginner trolling!
You think you're so perfectly, but I shall correct
That silly opinion that you seem 'perfect'
You've failed all these times since last we did fight
And it does show with your weak lyrical might
A late report here, some parasprites there
And so many other failures, one should beware
Of the stink of a loser, a failure, tis just the truth
So just give up, Dusk Shine, and kiss Presto's hoof!
You seem to forget, so I should really tell
Who saved the world from the Nightmare's spell?
Surely not you, no legend would say
No tale mentions you in any way
I'm royalty and you? Just a street rat
You notice the sun? Yeah, my teacher owns that
Learn your place and just get back into line
So I can beat you to the curb well and on time!
An impressive list, I will admit
But you aren't a match for this amulet
It does increase my vernacular skill
By a thousand-fold, so I'll go in for the kill
A lavender equine like you has no chance
But if you wish to go with this lyrical dance
Then throw upon me your spell that's most clever
Or else you'll have to leave town forever!
My best spell? You're certainly mistaken
A fraction of my skills is all it will take and
Try as you might, but you can't hope to beat
The power of teamwork; and really, deceit
Smoke and mirrors, that's all that you are
And all that it took to pull your ego apart
Get out of my town, get back in your cart
But first add some wheels if you want to go far!
- Toastbeard Entry