Minituffs wrote a rap battle. Let’s all sit back and enjoy.
 
-Sibling rap battle -  
A crowd had gathered around for one of the legendary behind the library rap battles. Standing off to a side presiding over it Grand Master Glimmer and her book of rap rules.  
“We all know why were here? And we all know the rules. Sickest verse wins.” Glimmer explains simply. “Tonight we have reigning champs, The Flyest Fliers of Ponyville. The profound pegasus spawn this side of the mic. Ace and Hotshot.”  
The crowd goes wild as two firey satyrs walk up hands raised high. the air around them hot and heavy with the anticipation of a good fight. It took a whole three minutes to for everyone to calm down. Glimmer silencing them with a wave of her hand.  
“And the challengers. From the caves up north. Spitting fire since they hatched. The melting marvels. The therogenic twins! Broil and Sizzle!”  
Out of the crowd walk two dragonlings. The crowds is hushed with whispers as the two stand before Ace and Hotshot. They seemed calm and collected as they eyed up them up and down and scoffed.  
“I want a good venomous battle. No punches pulled. When youre ready. Home champs may start.” Glimmer announced backing off to her throne amoung the silver cans and bags. Glancing down at her book.  
Hotshot gave his sister a glance and smirked. Snatching up the mic they began to circle their opponents.  
H: Do you see the little lizards thats slithered into our backyard?  
Cute that they think theyd better not be on guard.  
I lay waste to the best but I guess not to night.  
A: To right.  
Bro these little lizards better run.  
Or else theyll find them selves bein burned by the sun.  
We magnify the situation at hand.  
H: We rise up and taking a stand.  
Eating Lizards for dinner just for fun.  
Run home little lizards we already won.  
Hotshot and Ace returned to their spot. Placing the mic back on the stand as the crowd roared. However, the two dragon halflings looked unphased. Sizzle letting out a yawn. And in an instance the entire mode changed. Broil picked up the mic. Standing in front of Hotshot shed whisper.  
B: Cute. You finish each others sentences.  
Making my poor ears the witnesses-  
to your garbage.  
Your fire is weak that you spit.  
You call me a lizard well aint that some shi-  
I aint no lizard youll see right now.  
The fire I spit will melt your sound  
Your sound  
the sound that dont toast my marhmallows.  
You think this is bad you still in the gallows.
 
Up from behind Broil comes Sizzle who snatches the mic. His grip on it hot. Melting it on contact.  
S: You say you rise up. Well little pony all I can see  
Is your fall with my ardent verse  
Burning the rope so tight on your neck  
You call a title. Since no one has challenged you yet.  
You act big but little man I dont see you yet.  
I need to magnify you and your sister to see  
Your problem just got bigger then a lizard gee  
The mic was melted and the words went back and forth until all four were heated by one another. Ready to brawl. It wasnt until Glimmer stepped in with a regal aire did everything drop.
 
G: You all better respect that this aint no place to fight.  
Good clean competition was the gain for tonight.  
These words you both threw were pretty alright.  
Id seen better wordplay on a package of delights.  
This battle is over. I made my descision. The winner  
Is everyone who attended.  
The reason?  
You both were really good. But you both are still weak.  
Come back next month for a chance to repeat.  
For MY crown.  
The crowd is wild and on the verge of rioting before Glimmer flies off. The night full of hooping and hollering. A date was set. Thered be another batttle between the dragon halfs and the saytr siblings. Everyone knew itd be a blood bath.