Uploaded December 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
A song for the 2024 /mlp/ Secret Santa. I had a lot of fun with this one.
You know what I think? I think we’re running outta steam
Better grab the shovel and the coal and a couple memes
Never felt better is the whole damn philosophy
Better laugh a little if I don’t wanna fuckin scream
Heaven knows that’s as good as any etymology
Guess that’s why Santa called me Chuckles back in 18
Sex, silly songs and a present lemme set the scene
Cheer is the target and I’m charging up my laser beam
Half fuckin crazy, daily with the greatest wife
Heart pumping veins be straining when her lazy eyes
Facing my way cause lately I’ve been breaking my
Basic arrangements just tryna stay alive
Balls to walls. My Hoof is to the heckin floor.
We about to stall, so we cant wait a second more
Better post the haul, the pictures and the presents or
Ima roast your balls, that ain’t a fuckin metaphor
It’s incredi-bo
Scratch that, inedible
Cum in the better bowl
Know that’s my fetish though
This ain’t the chronicals of narnia
Where Santa Claus brings all of ya
A gift, it’s just me and these bionicles
Chain around my neck reppin sonichu
Rainbow Dash and sonic booms
Shopping Target cloppin smokin chronic too
Hot cocoa with cool whip or barbasol
Santee wanted shimmer, so I got the kid some Barbie dolls
Paint the fuckers yellow with a can off Krylon aerosol
Spin these ponies round like I’m vinyl on a carousel
Care about these carols if I have to fucking care at all
Tearing off my bra and panties dammit I’ma bare it all
Four hooves with a body this
Mare gon’
Force you on the naughty list
Swear son
Porn groove with a hotty it’s
Bare bones
Horse tunes so I kinda don’
Care tho
Hop to it miss
Gotta sock it to em with Christmas
With a quickness
Like a spit blitz
Sinister minister symbols and semaphore
Sippin a Guinness and tickle my penis or
Pen it’s a metaphor. It’s a medical menace like needles or people in Canada
Slicker than slippery, driven by misery
Misinformation and missing a limit each
Picture and pickle I’m picking like Peter
And pushing my pipes to appoint punctuation
Hopping on Pinterest.
Hacking the craft like it’s criminal mischief
Till I’m their losing interest
And turning the jets gonna finish by Christmas
Barely on the wagon-taking drags on
A cigarette a fag-thank goodness that I’ve got this fuckin dragon
This letter chad CardSlut and never had
A better lad
Don the fuzzy letter jacket, sweater hat and
Climbing down the chimney just to reminisce
About the friends we
Made along the way
Plus the enemies
Turn em into maids
And sweep, sweep
Like rarity’s boutique-tique
Sleeping til the day
Playing keep away with the freaks these
Peeps they want a treat each
Leaf around my tree goes in wreaths see
Saw waves, blades well buck it’s all the same
You wanna fuckin play
Stomp, sway
So merry gentlemares never rest a wink
Just grab yourself a drink
And drink until you're puking in the sink
All my freaking pegasisters spread your wings
We’ll wrap it up in spring
Til then, I wanna see you people sing
Four hooves with a body this
Mare gon’
Force you on the naughty list
Swear son
Porn groove with a hotty it’s
Bare bones
Horse tunes so I kinda don’
Care tho
A song for the 2024 /mlp/ Secret Santa. I had a lot of fun with this one.
You know what I think? I think we’re running outta steam
Better grab the shovel and the coal and a couple memes
Never felt better is the whole damn philosophy
Better laugh a little if I don’t wanna fuckin scream
Heaven knows that’s as good as any etymology
Guess that’s why Santa called me Chuckles back in 18
Sex, silly songs and a present lemme set the scene
Cheer is the target and I’m charging up my laser beam
Half fuckin crazy, daily with the greatest wife
Heart pumping veins be straining when her lazy eyes
Facing my way cause lately I’ve been breaking my
Basic arrangements just tryna stay alive
Balls to walls. My Hoof is to the heckin floor.
We about to stall, so we cant wait a second more
Better post the haul, the pictures and the presents or
Ima roast your balls, that ain’t a fuckin metaphor
It’s incredi-bo
Scratch that, inedible
Cum in the better bowl
Know that’s my fetish though
This ain’t the chronicals of narnia
Where Santa Claus brings all of ya
A gift, it’s just me and these bionicles
Chain around my neck reppin sonichu
Rainbow Dash and sonic booms
Shopping Target cloppin smokin chronic too
Hot cocoa with cool whip or barbasol
Santee wanted shimmer, so I got the kid some Barbie dolls
Paint the fuckers yellow with a can off Krylon aerosol
Spin these ponies round like I’m vinyl on a carousel
Care about these carols if I have to fucking care at all
Tearing off my bra and panties dammit I’ma bare it all
Four hooves with a body this
Mare gon’
Force you on the naughty list
Swear son
Porn groove with a hotty it’s
Bare bones
Horse tunes so I kinda don’
Care tho
Hop to it miss
Gotta sock it to em with Christmas
With a quickness
Like a spit blitz
Sinister minister symbols and semaphore
Sippin a Guinness and tickle my penis or
Pen it’s a metaphor. It’s a medical menace like needles or people in Canada
Slicker than slippery, driven by misery
Misinformation and missing a limit each
Picture and pickle I’m picking like Peter
And pushing my pipes to appoint punctuation
Hopping on Pinterest.
Hacking the craft like it’s criminal mischief
Till I’m their losing interest
And turning the jets gonna finish by Christmas
Barely on the wagon-taking drags on
A cigarette a fag-thank goodness that I’ve got this fuckin dragon
This letter chad CardSlut and never had
A better lad
Don the fuzzy letter jacket, sweater hat and
Climbing down the chimney just to reminisce
About the friends we
Made along the way
Plus the enemies
Turn em into maids
And sweep, sweep
Like rarity’s boutique-tique
Sleeping til the day
Playing keep away with the freaks these
Peeps they want a treat each
Leaf around my tree goes in wreaths see
Saw waves, blades well buck it’s all the same
You wanna fuckin play
Stomp, sway
So merry gentlemares never rest a wink
Just grab yourself a drink
And drink until you're puking in the sink
All my freaking pegasisters spread your wings
We’ll wrap it up in spring
Til then, I wanna see you people sing
Four hooves with a body this
Mare gon’
Force you on the naughty list
Swear son
Porn groove with a hotty it’s
Bare bones
Horse tunes so I kinda don’
Care tho
