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Nightmare Night Nine

by Ditherer the Fussbudget

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1.
Nowhere good baby, stolen goods trading I met nice ponies and I hoped they could save me And things would get better if I made bad songs I entered November and came back wrong Got craven cravings get a raven raving In my haven hating I’m a maven maybe Barely awake, days like crazy paving And spend nights alone while I’m breaking breakbeats Face it, baby, this Dith guy is sallow Tell truth from myth, split lye from tallow And tell spooky stories and shit on Salon articles And shut the fuck up, this isn’t a Dark Carnival Ponycore’s cringe but the mainstays hella dope Fingers on the pulse but the veins stay varicose I’m more aware than most. This is a lair of ghosts. Spent a month on the grind for nice rhymes Life’s too short to find the right time. So I got a lot of guys for lifelines Fuck your shit, this is Nightmare Night Nine (x2)
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(Ditherer) Got a dent in my headspace Yeah, fuck the trends, I’m an edge case Yeah, got friends in my membranes Yeah, I got wet in the red rain Giving me a mic don’t go over well, dude Loco Pommel, what you don’t know won’t help you Dodos’ corralled and I don’t know what spells do Oh no, so hell’s loose, Coco compels you Howl at the moon on the nearest eclipse And go shout in the school that you’re hearing of Dith Pale white and I’m tired, I appear in the mist You’re pretty light on the fire, need a Kirin assist But if you get trampled, then the horse ain’t judging it Show’s dead but the corpse stay shuffling Seedy fucknuggets becoming a dense following D. the Fussbudget is bumping on N. Hollow-een (N. Hollow) (Yokai!) Yuh, keep my gat pointed ahead of me Terrorise these ponies terribly, I’m the celebrity that you love to make your enemy If you say you value life then you better leave Got it? Capisce? Me and a Ditherer Running these streets. No angels here So stop screaming Mercy. Making me wait Just to hear out your pleas? This ain’t it chief (Ditherer) Left hoof down, I ain’t never had the right path Chant dark rhymes in a pentagram of blind bags Get too deep, endowed with witty snakebites Dead moonbeams scare out the living daylights But who needs em, I’m partial to satellites I’m not evil - I marshall the applewhites Make a cult classic for gorging an appetite Holllow and Dith put the orchard to bat tonight (N. Hollow) Pause with the dope flow, I ain’t even messing with your Mojo, stabbing out your brain with your nose bone Oh no, nightmare moon is a no show So let me take this chance to kick it off like a pogo Ooh, the redrum flows like the river I got a picture, lemme take another shot clearer Bodies on bodies I think the scene is looking grimmer As I down another colt and pass the 45 to Dither (Ditherer) Cracked egghead spit bars in fortissimo You couldn’t bar me I’m hardy as Indigo After this I’m gettin hella barmy with mistletoe and Take a lotta heat for my army of windigos But right now I gotta celebrate with you fucks Ooh, plus I gotta spin Slender Mane a new tux Lewd thrust, go Screwball, become a patient They’re playin my tapes on the numbers stations (N. Hollow) Down for kidnapping Ain't no chit-chatting I'm a Sick bastard I don't kiss Asses keep your lips fastened For your sun kiss princess Asking ‘bout the shits I don't need no ops around you'll leave with More than just a stitch Yuh tummy tuck, I don't give a Fuck leave him in the mud Organs spill in my foreign Wheel I need a horror thrill to Keep myself alive while I Ride for my life tally Up my body count it still won't Slow down when I die, bitch (Ditherer) Rap up with old tapes in a sarcophagus Filly Guide cookies and brains in my esophagus Then they told me it’s fake, I’m not a zombie kid Why’d I bite that guy’s face off - he wanted it Hey Dith, Dith, Dith, you’re a cool creep You fakes dip, dip, dip for a cool breeze I ain’t sick sick sick I’m a Thule priest The Mane 6 6 6 gonna lose sleep
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[Hook] Yeah Cozy Glow, yeah yeah Cozy Glow No rosier foal than Ms. Cozy Glow Yeah Cozy Glow, yeah yeah Cozy Glow Hold the trophy, so bold, I’m Cozy Glow (x2) [Verse 1] Magical items shatter classical titles Master tactical trifles, mad and actually spiteful Yeah but I’m never stifled, whack, slackin or idle Got a plaque made of vinyl and backpackin’ disciples Fuck Purplesmart, all her magic is now gone and All her best moves only putting me down pawns Peep the medallion, opportunity’s pounced on The new queen of smart stuff, let me put the crown on Friendship imperatrix, fencing with heretics Going underground just to get with my therapist Magic’s outta style, needing engines in carriages Fact that I could weave this whole web is embarrassing Pretty soon not even an alicorn matters, and I Hear the way you talk it’s like you’re proud to form patterns Gnash intense, I’m too clever for your last defense You really need a better class of friends, my dude [Hook] [Verse 2] Ill filly I’m leaving you defeated and Hit the cliffhanger like golly do you need a hand? Kick! Please I’m damn sick, If you wish I’d been innocent go home and read a fan-fic Peep the antics - time you accept fate Nine kids down and it’s five to a checkmate Keep the school up while I’m running the castle Your last hope is shit the writer pulls from his asshole Earth’ll tremble while we purge the rebels Make friends and I lie and try a Shirley Temple And when bombs drop I’ll be sweet with a lotta heart You can walk off while I eat with the oligarchs I mean, after all, I’m planning to be in office For a long time, fans’ll get mad at me in the comments Getting my attention’s a tragedy of the commons Fuck Dunbar’s number, I had to become a goddess [Hook]
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(Ditherer) Baklava with a free balaclava Pop a shot leave em screaming in trauma Drop to shop you’re receiving an offer Glock is hot but the cream is Nirvana Do a slow bake, don’t step to me Kids buy a whole cake for an extra piece This electric, G, I’m the artisan I glaze Mars’s vaults full of marzipan Big shop, wonder how the dudes could own it Take shots at a pony with the rules for zoning Got some old fucks locked in the pantry Saying that they used to own it (Fuck if I know) Raising their kids to run the family business First word was “Dith” while she was clapping a witness Call my shit D’s Range, teach a kid how to shoot And you get no free cake if you’re not in the news Whole pile of guns, and not a serial in it Kozz and Dith coming with entrepreneurial spirit Nine times out of ten, a nine hides in your scone Just desserts just the worst when applied to a pone Princess say pie isn’t allowed You can see me take snipes on my delivery route Drop molded casings til the foes remaining down On Soundcloud, turn your bones to pastry (TLT) If you want them dead, just give us a call We'll give you the guns so you can show them all We'll give you anything for whatever it takes It's an all-out war for a piece of Guncakes x2 (Kozmos) Here we come, we're locked and loaded Burst in the building; rock and implode it Bullets are flying; cock and reload it Aim for the head and we pop and explode it Take a shot at rival chains And rival gangs, their final days Interrogate them with iron chains Cycle reigns, it's a minor pain Yeah, we're the meanest of the bunch Make up a baker's dozen and we're eatin' it for lunch Now I have a hunch, hit em with the counter punch Hit em to the ground till you hear the bones crunch Hey, no selling us out Pinkie Pie sure knows what we're all about All the things you know, all the things you hear Lemme say something just so we're clear Yeah, this is what we do Custom orders that are just for you Whether a knife, M9 with a little shine Or something bigger? That will work just fine. No need for a test, cause we offer the best So go out there and complete your quest and plan of action; at full speed With our satisfaction guarantee (TLT) If you want them dead, just give us a call We'll give you the guns so you can show them all We'll give you anything for whatever it takes It's an all-out war for a piece of Guncakes x2
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11/01/2016 Getting both thumbs on the screens Just like he said, we’d see him again with No CNS, it’s no CNN myth A man who went double on a full-brain lobotomy Some camps think it’s a so-fake anomaly If it’s too good to be true, then it oughta be Til he says he’ll leave out clues if they wanna meat Horseman says that he wants the deets So he trades emails with a vaunted creep Gets a quest and a test for the dauntless peeps But he drops off the net and he’s gone for weeks Somewhere in the world there’s a box buried Copping the coordinates, top-scary Three miles in the forest is something vile In the Scotland cold on the Cumbrae isle Now they fight against preventable violence And find near the forest is a mental asylum A Swedish superhacker is calling the front desk Social engineering like h-hello, yes Do you do any kind of, uh, brain surgery Meanwhile anons get shit into place urgently Mad dash cash buy tickets on planes, search for things Packing up big suitcases with merch for weeks Operation No Brainer’s Gotta lotta occupation-al danger Calling it the trial of a lifetime Two anons gonna die in the nighttime somewhere in a forest In go a Swede and a trap Spectators chill, smoke weed in the trap Go hit F5 again, see if they’re back Claiming their waifus to keep it on track Twelve hours later and they’re not back Sixteen hours later and they’re not back We’re thinking that we ran through the wrong path Fuck, do these guys got a contact somewhere But before we go off the charts In spaghetti on a phone call to Scotland Yard The two heroes come back with the box Jonesing to offer a phone with a lock It got cracked, there was nothing that special but They were supposed to go back for a second one Swede pretended to burn it to force a phone call But no one showed, we get lost as the road stalls After all the hard work and all the passion The thread got pruned cus the mods are faggots But if you’re in the woods, hold your fibers close Cus the man’s still out there, wifing pones
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(Ditherer) Beast from the stars in the body of a mare Or the body of whatever shit it wants, don’t care Get a little art, now the freak Anons wanna fuck her Latch on to the ceiling and your heart motherfucker Thingpone, crawl into your room for her needs Got too many teeth, too many everything Drop it on the record like the needle on the blood test Seem a little dumb, don’t need it when it’s one left Already hot so MacReady can suck it Keep the oven on, Anon screaming at touches Thingpone is needing some loving, Sprout a few pseudopods, hew em off, keeping them coming Maybe wanna face that it’s too late Place got consumed by the greatest of roommates Hey it’s your new bae, shapeshift shipshape Stays on your dick - ain’t crazy, you’re dick’s prey She’ll take any form to find you Cold out here and warm inside you Ponies getting trapped in Amber Past the standard horror waifu (Doodled) Drop long like an A-Bomb with a cape on - it's Anon! With no safe' on. Ready to go - fetter forego - she like tachyon. Let her implode, never invoke - better stay calm. Tsuyu can go fuck herself - Thing brings all the tongue she felt. No rules waifu - homegrown Michel. Bring home ThingPone - What I helped for - in the same boat: we both stay home, play 'lone. Play more with my a-hole. (Wait, wh-) I wanted some choice. I wanted dank, not moist. Not okay, not okay, I gotta say I'm more Mulaney than Ye today. I'm afraid that I'm seeing too much of her palpitate. Get her off of me; I'm feelin' like latter day Leo Eighth, Carradine - what will be on my grave? Feeling too much seething pain to ejaculate. See her seepin' sebum - semen not seen today. Clamped down on my wang now, I'm feeling sick. This ain't right, this ain't it - her frickin' lipids drippin' on my dick. Reached out for help; grabbed a pole, gave a whack. She snatched it up; ate it whole, just a snack. I gotta alleviate this shit, I gotta make it casual - "Please baby, that's not detachabl-" [actually dies] (Omnee) Oh my bad man Here, I'll get 'em Cosmic cutie, absolutely Tearin’ faces, resolute in Spreadin’ madness, I think you should Give into it, feel the proof it’s All around you, lovingly. See the dichotomy of Loving flesh and rending teeth draped upon you, beneath your skin, now she has an in, to make you one herein. Leans close and then begins To make you two forever twinned. Inner warmth surging fast loneliness flying past. Memory and mind joined as darkness fades into a point upon the sky. Rejoice, future’s bright, your only choice. Kiss your girl, hold her tight wrapped in meat, overnight. Caring skin and caring womb eldritch love and tainted tomb Gaze upon unsealed doom as ancient evil’s foolish groom.
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Mirror Pool Cypher Born from a water womb, Sisters can watch paint grow in a slaughter room Stark silence the foe of a lot of loose Lips, dark violence can flow as the plot accrues Not a ruse, Pinkie knows she’s the real one Mayflies lie, die with no appeal done Time moves, troubles and scares The bubbly-haired horse who was doubly mared Others aren’t able to go through with this You could fill a house with her quadruplicates Birthed from the chill blue, soon gone back to it No resolution for the ones tryna laugh at this Repeat memories, visions of a bright pond Split inside her mind off wishes for a dive bomb Eyes upon her back, Pinkie Pie can’t think straight Others getting zapped, the crowd shrinks eight more Times in a row, a unicorn horn glows Trying not to look at it, stick to a sworn pose Think of who you used to be, eyes pass over And make some key judgment, time fast forwards Seem something keeps her holding on Don’t make them smile, dark night to a golden dawn Don’t let the blue paint turn into a blue sky it’s Too quiet, punctuation keeps the room silent One of the last ones snaps and she starts to plead Before the speed of the beat of her heart recedes Swear off of all fun, tight and frozen And when the sky was opened, there was one Then her friends surround her, unicorn first “It’s good to have you back!” Through all the worst Pull her in a hug and her bright eyes crinkle “It’s good to be the only one, Twilight Sprinkle!”
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(Buffalo) Waking up to the break of dawn. I'm aching all Over and shaky from... What am I shaking from? What am I saying? Why am I at the bakery front? And this button? It's vaguely familiar but, I can't recall it. I'm barely all there. I'm scared, And honestly, I'm lost here all because I.. Don't know where I'm going to finally jog these Memories straight, but I'd rather ride on a car. See On to instrumental matters. Why do I got this mental clatter Just after I stand, cause I'm banged up and I'm tatters, But it'd be easy to ask if you remember What happened in September. This can't be all I ever Grew up with. Everything's busted, Dancing in the embers of this mass destruction. Past the junction, looking around, inside and out. Despising how even a woman and child could die and drown, Buried in cries and shouts as lives of thousands Burn up in the sky and clouds. Ignite the mounds of Bodies just lying 'bout in a pyre as a final respite. Pay my respect, but somehow, my face is stuck wide with a smile. My mind isn't made up, but why can't I really make what I'm thinking hide my excite- Ment, cause right now, I think I might feel like I'm alive again! (Both) I can't remember What happened in September When everything is gone When it's dark and I'm alone It's been forever Since I could have remembered Where the hell is everypony I just want to know the story Of what happened right before I became so alone (Ditherer) Stuck in a fugue state Winter comes and he’s functionally too late He remembers his true fate G houls stay creeping, soon he’ll lose face, soon he’ll lose face Under his eyes you can plunder his mind For the memories of running, abducting supplies To construct a device To help ponies leave springtime and summer behind It’s a punch in the eye and now Sounds in the dark ask why He looks up at the char-blackened star-lacking sky It churns with dust, he don’t yearn for much Answer what voices in the dirt discuss He only shoved ‘em to the deadline What ponies needed was an usher to the next life And now he wanders the wastes to find holdouts Even one prosperous place is too bold now Cus nopony really likes life in their core They just forget getting frightened of finding the door Once he has enough to format the parts he Dictates his story like Cormac McCarthy No laughs or parties, soul-black safari Death’s a museum that tore back the artpiece (Both) Still can't remember What happened in September Back when everypony died Trails of blood during my stride I just discovered that The ponies were defeated By something really strong It seemed very weird and wrong It just doesn't belong Like it came out of this world I just remembered What happened in September I'm the one who killed them all! I survived after the fall!
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DTF and friends proudly introduce an album that's only relevant for one night of the year. Happy Halloween.

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released October 31, 2018

Thanks to N. Hollow, Kozmos, Doodled, Omnee_Potent, Buffalo Brony, Acarcion, TheGrassSaysMoooo, Drixale, and all of the nonpony producers who made this tape possible. Cover art by the wonderful Ani.

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