aight folks. so this is another old one, but i fuckin love it. i love rapping this one, i love the tune, i love my lyrics. just, its fun as hell.  and thats what im about...or you know, what i say im about haha. nah, but really its just fun.
so this one took me a million trials to get the right mix/master and so i just settled for this. i have to send it out eventually, right? theres another pony rap coming out soon, so no worries brony friends. its also an oldie by the way.
so folks, uh, lets see. credit where credit is due...
logilo with the mad beats: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obHq2KmpAV0
image source: https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jaJnaAXVuYQ/ULum7z0_02I/AAAAAAAANuQ/uGomuI9-Qks/s1600/Trixie.png
verse made the video file as always.

Lyricals:
shes a hex girl, out from da boondocks
saint killer, electrical to the moon, rock
box like a hot shot, stops to drop cops
wrought another hotchpot, hopped up on drops of

alicorn enchantments, dance with damned gents
livin it up, her plans stamped on her scant rants
her cerebellum is tellin em, that she can amp
amperes of her magic, shes the mare, champ

trixies actin tricky and shes mixing
lymrics with the rhythmics and affixing
her town with her own crown in a bowl dome
make a playground of an old foes home, gone

over the top to drop her own nemesis
upstaged before, so now shes endin this
a maverick with her sick kicks for magic
that kills quick, transfixed on trancending average

above passing, a plus for amulet
letting her set the record specs, expecting it
to feel good, and damn right, she feelin real hood
feels right at home without them wheels bud

a real stud of a lady with the cape on
capering crowds, another grape son
the great sun, celestia aint in no shape hun
halfway across the world on a vacation

shes a hex girl, out from da boondocks
saint killer, electrical to the moon, rock
box like a hot shot, stops to drop cops
wrought another hotchpot, hopped up on drops of

alicorn enchantments, dance with damned gents
livin it up, her plans stamped on her scant rants
her cerebellum is tellin em, that she can amp
amperes of her magic, shes the mare, champ

this is the station, under no control
this a nation watched through a keyhole
patient for revenge, shes got a mean soul
the great and powerful, towers above these wee foals

shes extols no kindness to the friends
of her enemy, nothing they can repent
and they cant rebel, twi fell to her already
rock steady to enter em into shock therapy

delerious, indescriminant fuss
into livin it up as a queen with a focus
of being the top unicorn of all equines
equlizing anypony who dared to even try

to stop her, halt her progress, just regress
into the shadows, shes too blessed to egress
out of the town, she cant be beat, nopony
can stop g and p, the best in show pony

show pony professing the ascention
assesin all bs as if they transgretions
yes theyre distressed, the town without this
savior known better as twilight than princess

shes a hex girl, out from da boondocks
saint killer, electrical to the moon, rock
box like a hot shot, stops to drop cops
wrought another hotchpot, hopped up on drops of

alicorn enchantments, dance with damned gents
livin it up, her plans stamped on her scant rants
her cerebellum is tellin em, that she can amp
amperes of her magic, shes the mare, champ

erasing ursa majors, majorly major league
shes a home run hitter, sparkle splitter, unsavory
shes the lulamoon, and luna soon will fall too
if the mares never stopped, bringing blue doom

even cthulu couldnt hold to you know who
all of tartarus is bowing to the new rule
trixie, trixie, "never mix me up
with the mystics or i will unfix your lungs"

your lips are done yippin and yappin in all fun
panic please, tis the season for the vermin to run
i have fermented long enough in shame that im ready
to raise my great name back from the dead, see

i run this town, and there is no one fight me
i own you all, twilight can just bite me
trixie is the strongest unicorn in all equestria
next on my list is your fair princess celestia

shes a hex girl, out from da boondocks
saint killer, electrical to the moon, rock
box like a hot shot, stops to drop cops
cant top this stop off until the mare drops