Pony Fails

Zecora ground her teeth as an obnoxious, pounding noise filled her house. She muttered several choice curses in Stripehili under her breath, then stalked into her daughter's room.

The young zebra filly was dancing in place, shaking her rump, and singing along to music pounding out of a boombox. Zecora's eye twitched at the words coming out of the horrible "singer's" mouth.

Suck-ass nigga!
Fuck-ass nigga!
Duck-ass nigga!
Get off da truck ass nigga!

"ZECRETIA!" Zecora snapped loudly, stomping a hoof. "I demand you cease this terrible din! You have no idea how much trouble you are in!"

Zecretia flicked her ears. "Whaaat?" she whined. "I'm just listenin' to Whoa Nelly!"

"I have told you before, and I will tell you once more: you are not permitted to listen to this noise I abhor!"

"But that's not FAIR!" Zecretia cried.

"Fair? FAIR?" Zecora narrowed her eyes. "That profanity-laden garbage you call music is enough to make me completely sick!" Zecora shook her head and began to pace and rant, shutting off the music as she did so. "He objectifies mares and glorifies hate! His rhymes are at best third-rate! His songs preach of violence and sex and poor choices! It is not fit for ponies, zebras, griffons, or hoices!"

Zecretia raised an eyebrow. "Hoices?"

Zecora let out a tribal profanity with a snarl. "UGH! I am so angry, I cannot even rhyme properly!" She kicked her daughter's boombox with enough force to snap it in half.

"MOM!"

"Enough! To bed with you, we will discuss this tomorrow!" She paused. "Wait. Was that music player borrowed?"

"Yes."

"...oops." Zecora facehoofed.