Community Service, this is Ditherer back To get his feet up on your couch and his spit on your tracks I rap horse, the last sources gave me the knack The 2012 kid, jaws still dripping the Gak Ask me how to rap, get some scary advice But most bronies now are daydreaming of marrying Mic Real recognize real, I’m for Steryotype Or anybody saying "Fuck it, man, I’ll carry you guys". He got beats around, fuck, plan a verse or three Staring at the marriages and idiots who cursing these Writing in a crunch, lurkin in the fandom nursery While /mlp/ does their whole damn anniversary Year Nine, now I’m fucking old enough to fear time Appear blithe with near rhymes on weird vibes Sitting back a class with Teach sippin’ Cheerwine Fuck, if IDW can do it I can steer rides! Virgin, shouts to the people who keep offering But I gotta get sacrificed, ponies’ll need offerings Erroria, got a blunt filly as a pony plush Gimme Philly blunts and I get stoned worse than Cozy was. She did nothing wrong, I stay seething The tears are like G5, somehow they ain’t leaking But don’t think I’m gravekeeping, horsefucker’s Break ceilings like Mic’s cock, fuck when I nut I’m the Great Seedling I fuck the beat so hard it makes the fucking track tear Met some friends in Baltimore, I’m never going back there. Honestly taking a bow was a bit appealing Cus I live a double life like I’m spinning a triple helix Then my man Steryo came and gave me the shit to heal it So we’re back again, fillies, let me hear you if you feel it, Dith!

He’s not as savvy if the problem doesn’t crystallize Mystery to mister, he forget that he had missed her eyes When they were foals he sat up late for months and wishing why Why’d his mother’s coltfriend move em both away and split the line? A court magician bout to make himself a poor decision Be more revisionist cus nature don’t know to hoard its riches Or abhor division, failure make remorse efficient Does conjecture on his rounds, a score or more to visit When it’s done maybe he should nix these A problem fixer put himself into a fix, seems It seems she got a lot in common now with Trixie She’d probably call him out, leave him asking for a lift, please Head shakes, he bucks up. Gets reservations for two and mood lighting when dusk comes Inviting her outside her office, fearful of vibes But when he’s done the mare can pounce on him with tears in her eyes

Former terrors of the skyways More embarrassed to be parrots of divine rage Hunched over a rulebook, rainy day capers Would bravely face danger, crazy fate savored Good ship no more, crew is getting on lousy Dredging up clouds or they’re pressing on drowsy Some parts break, they’d be better off downstream Harpy in the air to a hegemon mouthpiece ouch b Too many shipments in the backlog Industry can put a good captain in a black spot (( Can’t recall the last cheer or the last song Can’t recall the last year they were last off And she once wore the hat in the dark reluctant But her history is muddy, nothing large resulted Wants to play pirate, ‘til embargo’s done with It’s just a cargo hauler to a cargo cultist.

She’s a wallflower, not quite Fall hour, all life walled in a tall tower, talk types Walk by, doll dour, hall gripes all sour Not quite quiet, just their eyes get her skull scoured But she lately seeing stars when the stares start Back of class, casting a glance out through a hair part If she had the confidence of preps she would whereart Thou-sand attempts catch his eye, if he cares hard. Walk home humming, what’s he like, now she must know Listen to him yup, nope, sup, so, what, woah. Just woah, but to approach a little much so If her sister Pinkie could arrange it it’d be just so. If her sister - yes! What a lightbulb flash, Now the quiet girl is dancing over sidewalk cracks And Sugar Belle’s bakery don’t catch her eyeballs fast Another place, another time, heck, why fall back?

In 2012 I kicked it making joke accounts on BronyNet Poking out the eyeballs of the admin who was odious A week ago I found my damn music on his pony app Whoever said you couldn’t make a difference doing pony rap? Kinda horse famous, but fuck it, if I got killings I’d be jet set cus the upper crust is not filling Eye behind sunshades, slide like the cutaway Life is a runway and time is a runaway, unafraid, Never in the streets with an Armalite Think I'll get my karma, but the beat gets caramelized And I could go hermit, play drums in mountains Do the Hunting of the Snark, wait, fuck, I found it. Never-get-ahead kid training a setlist Or would if he don’t go to concerts with a deathwish A horse voice, only gettin raves if he’s Death Grips He’s restless, rarely gettin paid like a spec script Latter-day autist, accoladed pettifogger, Masturbate often, half an age extending offers, Man evades sophists, grab a lathe claw and Redacting lame songs bumping Acetate Prophets Am I the best? I’m afraid it’s so Steryo the closest thing we got to De La Soul I’m on game patrol, now the ponies clap, rap wrecker Don’t act better we got your homie’s claptrap weathered Later on, gotta check my pony rap track record Oh, shit, I got the pony rap track record! Do this for fun, fuck your eighteen taste tests If you’re itching to react, I’m not ACRaceBest Hate’s a cruel mistress, and love can be a fickle bastard No matter what you pick, you’re in my pretty picture after. And that’s as if it matters.

Season 1, Pinkie was a nice case Eyes warm an ice age, island of a smile, play Essence of a truer way of being, gotta light ways For all the people watching screens til their eyes ache Season 2, Luna, not a gamer though Crazy for the crazy late ladies need to label those As in girls who up at night, prolly like to stay alone Join the NLR, bend a heart, get a ray of hope But more than either of them there was Twilight The smart one, the highlight, the hard-won, the wide-eyed Start something, conversation carved from the mind’s eye Surprised I don’t have tulpas talking hard stuff in sci-fi And maybe even Rarity, though I’m not a Spike type Any type of diamond likes to glitter in the right light Staring at creative struggles such scenes borrow They can cut deep, love seeming such sweet sorrow

Bon Bon has had a strange week or two Got a couple ponies wearing suits she can’t seem to lose Found something with a red light, kinda shaped like a pen Lyra came by and left then she came by again It’s weird memories, maybe Zecora got weird remedies Swear she had more candy inside of that clear centerpiece Now she keeps indoors with the stay-safe guile but Why’s her vision going blurry after they say “smile”? Strange customers, ponies in glasses and they fuck with her Rarely buying anything, trade papers, a muttered search Playing deaf at counter’s a great labor, a dozen words Something bout an agent or someone that left and wasn’t heard Wasn’t cursed, out-of-towners leave within a week Discrete, Lyra comes to tea, releasing of the steam And speaks, like proverbially she’s kneeling, in her teeth Is a shiny gold - oh, gosh, it pleases her to shriek. (Yes!)

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Ship tiny packages of words cross a lakefront May front, laughing, it’s absurd Misclick or list-trick rattling his nerves Til his limbic is shattering his verve - swerve Curved like the earth is, songs to immerse in; Persons preferrin’ the turgid, Jerks I can work with, hat on his face, guy Put a lot of stitches in the fabric of spacetime Save nine - lose the next twenty Finna play Twi like ‘review the test? funny.’ D on Coco like how the dudes address Dunning Got the truth addressed, drumming dude’ll do a dress, cunning Running, sorta muse for trouble kids - Sort amused by sorts of dudes who worse than human Flutters is Utter spits - scared of phone calls, go through another six Sleep a day, if goals’ll keep away I’ll do another inch It’s like counting with an abacus; what a cinch. Replace the mic, might, brush up on the specs now I got class, they got their thumbs up with their heads down I don’t make dresses? What the fuck, check the thread count. There’s another tune tallied, som’ like that Soon scowling, but I love the kids who fund my rap, and Chewing on them might be work, so the fun might flag Cus I’m like celery stalks without the sunshine swag Meditative in the sense of kids in need of better placement Get a better place, I make some music, claim I never made it When I’m asked directly by family, like I never made it When I’m eighty, I’ll sit in silence because I never made it.

Back and forthin rap performer tracking boards, macking horses I lack a source, a kid stabbed me for my last endorphin I keep you laughing at your past remorses And got as many horses in my craft as fucking Kraft has oranges Which kid is the marvelous horse It’s a leg for a chit, kid, it’s an arm for a sword It’s a legful of kicks picked it’s an armful of chords And we’re legging to drip spit onto some harmful accords These are jam sessions for whitebread Hydra, already told you I got a fivehead Steryo had sent me this beat, he thought I’d like it So I’ll use it for community services on a mic, kid No celebrity, fame an insatiable thirst Now they can hear me if I say the hate the state of the world And I know dick on how to change it, I’m just making it turn now For you I play to form, people rarely guessin what I play to form Sorta playwright, so now my every act a play to form You don’t really know my ass - like how Playdough forms In caves chained, peep shadow puppets of the Plato forms 8 tapes ahead, shove my future through a bottleneck And staring, ain’t it pretty, like accruing some accomplishment Floorbound, a bottle breaking to pieces So the king can breathe, go ultima ratio regum Did you really like me, I’m smarter than to ask that Harder to regard him as an artist in a backpack with Doobie-chewing sentiments, pseudo-Buddhist rhetoric Do me like I’m Em and you should probably do fluvoxamine No celeb, fame an insatiable thirst Now they hear me if I say the hate the state of the world And I’m a dick and I’m impatient, I’m just making it worse now

Jasmine Leaf, a tea pony in a cider town Shop’s dark, she’d keep going if she’d find a route Having to explain all of the flavors and provide a count To a bunch of glazed eye mares who don’t buy em out No, not the right amount, no, not the right taste Ponies only want her for a gift or a spice paste On Hearth’s Warming get a lattice of lines The other months, sit in back, aromatics to grind Except the hip kids got some ingredients on the wishlist Mixing lemonade and iced green, that’s their business At least eccentrics are ponies that she can live with What’s that one called? Just read it off of the tin, miss. Stand on ceremony, otherwise she’d scare a pony Lean back, the neckscarf can cover eyes, don’t care it’s lonely Boil over, settle down, sippin’ in degrees If they listen to her speech she can fit them to a tea

Like all pain it started over a conflict All over the commons the chaos coming incongruent Groan congress, no hope for a comment Low blow, but no chance to go home to a convent A long stream filled with water they can’t drink A fire stemming from a wired ire they can’t think Their way past, wood starts to melt, they break glass A couple of their number stays inside and fade fast Town brawling as the calling killed them Scorching at the trees of their walled pavilion Sharp-tooth shrieks, this world’s problem children Turn to tight-lipped adults and a fallen pilgrim The horror is enough, town finished with upstarts A missus getting miserable of missing the fun parts And when she comes back then they must resist them Turn a phrase too far and here comes the big one.

Magazine blanket, packin' three stank-tips After three wanks and a nap and three sandwitches Back at three, vanquished, rapping creep anguish Grab a G-strang, bitch, It's Spike The Dragon Cold-blooded predator of pornographic imagery Born to catch the symmetry and floor it past the limit, mean I'm fucking that... but when I'm done I'll fuck the rest of her Own the rap game, so there is no fucking competitor And so I jack it to magazines that I had In the back of Chevrolet that I had to snag from my daddy But as for me, I'm an addict, so drugs get rolled up emphatically Sporadically, and after, I smack and I apple-jack for cheese Better Cheddar, sticky like some wet snow Wrap-Up Winter, then it's time to hit my next bowl Lotta boxes what the kid sees Usually keep my distance, but this instance Hit it magically like Trixie I guess that's what you'd call a friendship forever When I send this genetic in, I blend shit together But I make it better, she take the next dick whenever When I grab a wire hanger, get to cleansing her nethers (Fuck, I HATE horses!) [Been spitting bars, hitting harder than a ground-pound I'm stalking your Tumblr, you're stalking my Soundcloud] I'm a hoof-beating Cooked cretin Fan-fiction book-reading Crooked, horsefucking rapper God damn it Growing up, I was never treated as a someone So I figured I was none Dragon is above, son And at the end of the day, even royalty is undone Cause I make the Moon go down, and the Sun come I keep a paddock and stack it up with whores sitting Pretty in a massive stack of maggoty horseshit What I mix, they take of it accurate four sips And pass into gloriousness while I do the dirty work

Amor fati, no more fatigue, make a jubilee No Patreon, you should donate to my Udemy Broke a game, I'm recoding it in Unity "Ponies are gay" wait, sorry, who are you to me? Now I can help you with the guided meditations We slide like that one scene in Fight Club with the penguin I'm like love if you hate it, see me everywhere Topics old weird shit like when you find stuff in a basement Also known as Flowcellus or DTF And I know way too fucking much about the EGS I'm only stopping making wavs to make pdfs So put my voice on Moonbase like in PTS I'm never straight, trade a heart for a horse mouth On better days playing parts isn't forced out You let him lay, later charged with the verse sound The letter J staying marked on my merch crown Remember back when I could sit and stare at highways Dig for buried nightshade, spinnin airy tirades Sippin erry Friday, shippin cherry limeade Didn't care what I made, if shit was bearing my name See a mare or two, do what I'm prepared to do Play a tune, fucker in Debussy with the Clair de Lune Porn-led, standing in a circle of horseheads Shouts out to convention guys who trying to score head But I’m alright, go beyond the fields like Mordred On a writer tip, now I need a Rita like Lord Zedd Pick you apart to entertain, cancer analyst Every man a Tantalus and every plan a Tantabus Wonder why my shit was even on this to begin with Thrashing up the stream of consciousness to find an inlet To swim with, don't edit til they pay me to work Then leaving well-worded papers well-papered with words D dot F dot hopping on the remix Knocking all the people who are jocking me for feet pics Soundcloud upload limit, yo I reached it Free shit, still dunno what Mogadish is

Quotient: life walk with the posse tokens Meant all the love which she’s encompassing’s in foggy focus Her face captured, stained glass, it’s still the best one And so a girl grows up enough to have quit a fence, jump - Knew it should happen, gave the Princesses holidays Wistful though she just got the visits, she’ll moderate Cus she fashions the tide, burns the solar stuff Subjects ‘member back when she tried to make it cold to touch Raise hands, salient to say she won, flailed the day the tale’d begun Failing ain’t a way to run, stadia’re hailing up

Listen, we’ll discuss who sleeps where in a bit I don’t want Twilight noticing a couple mares in a snit We’ve been careful and this? Peh, it’s not parenting kids, Let’s not air it again for a minute, spare em the biz. After her, maybe we can take a break, craft the words, Make it seem like going separate ways not to crack a herd I’ll make arrangements in the morning when we pass the hurdles. Urh, even saying that my body wants to flap in circles. The world changes, and her changes are worse Paves roads to dark days, olden bones to work acres. The world changes, and my changes are worse Lay low and stargaze, hope there’s no more Ursa Majors.

He’s a high horse, his wife finally left and his eyes sore Couldn’t find the mare he would die for Bridgeside, ‘nother mare had asked him for the time Now he got another date, elevator to a ninth floor Two sisters find a Rose at their door, they’re pink, a lot of Trouble they’re beholden to think Colada sees another ten bottles go down the sink Crusaders realize how they’re really not as old as they think, they oughta Think of Coco and Rarity sighs Lost in thought, walk around town wearing her vibe A little scared of what her friends’d say sharing advice Wish she was daring in declaring it and perish the price Or, rather, good enough see the price perish The hippogriffs got their Heights rebuilding inside Aris And now they run in the sun inside a wide terrace Children of two worlds are shepherded by wise parents At times tragedy isn’t at home, starving For the starts where it feels like it isn’t alone, starting Like the mess of the sound that exist in a soul, sparring But retreating for a change and remitted, alone, carving At times tragedy isn’t at home, parted For the parts where it feels like it isn’t alone, parting Like regrets and the doubts that existed for both parties Put blue up to the light - Oh, sister, I’m so sorry.

Night train - the stars might reign Over the earth but streetlamps make the light wane Coco’s fetlock starts to ache from polite waves Seeing her off, hope eventually she might stay Vanishing point, Rarity gone, and Coco now could Stand to avoid staring at walls, she turns away. Gladly employed, where it’s involved in her heart’s Another matter, the advantage of choice can perish and fall. Comparisons all, She heads home, roaming the streets At night nothing stays open but nopony sleeps Penthouses, tight curtains hide lost faces These washouts never fly, only haunt basements She used to be one, guppy to a shark Swimming out her first laps in the bustle of the stars Used to want an outlet, out humming in the park Now she’s got one she’s been long-suffering for sparks Somewhere in the dark, there’s a worldwise fillyBabs World-wise Mom’s keeping up with filthy habs Focus on the friends that she really has Not the bullies, thinking just ignore it man and you’ll feel it pass Heal it back, did it work yet? Not one for a casual solution, she prefers sweat But stonewise there isn’t one around to get the birds met Living low to damp the possibility of worse threats Down numbered and impersonal streets There’s another branch of folk in the proverbial tree Apartment too big, a table with an empty seat Once upon a time the couple could accept a niece Gently weep, years on still the two ain’t acting right Known to others some true Manehattanites Paper on the table but the news ain’t black and white Auntie Orange thinking that it’s suitcase packing time Nowhere to go, both laughed at their origins And tried to sprout anew, turning apples to oranges Raffle their souls when the two dabbled in foraging Only to find they’re still in the rabble with storge spent So out here ponies lead lives of quiet desperation On long streets smelling of refineries and paint chips They hold their dreams tight for provisory complacence But the city wouldn’t trade, they’re entirely fallacious And outside the city’s split to sections of trotters Some bridgeside, thinking hard of testing the waters Looking up at skylines, crowding the service tunnels Out of the cold dark, now we can turn to trouble Sven still combing through the streets, light flickering Searching for a lead or the sound of her quiet whickering Forgot his old life when he dropped his wife’s bickering Out of bits, look for love as long as life’s lingering She’s a high horse, mane is an eyesore Dark in the park, getting baked, looking skyward Hi birds, in the long haul for pain She’s been getting so high the stars fall from grace The moon’s up, glaring like a bat-eyed horse Cast the pale white light onto Sapphire Shores Anypony for herself, this is not a town for brother love Street outside the dressing room has started smelling sulphurous High up’s not a haze you can fly through, and still Miss Songbird sees a cage in her eye-view Soft Serenade helps to gloss over life-truths Oft known to hide shrewd eyes and recite blues - kind muse Far away in the starry haze of the synth notes Is Coloratura, still far away from the windows Dropped by a label, no longer crowned for her flaws A lady learns not every change gets a round of applause Clouding her eyes cus she might’ve made it, all’s the pity Now how to survive a day when the dawn is gritty From humanities to workers to ponies on committees It’s thousands of lives separated by a common city