I spent the last week traipsing valleys, And I just swam through the lake of Hali And now the clearing is before me And I step into the shade as the glade surrounds me - The play’s finale Hear them both approaching through the rocks and the trees Eyes not on the green, now I drop to my knees And grab at the cardioid blossoms Starting this deep you cannot avoid problems Behind me comes a hollow bray The pale horse and its dark rider call my name, appalling fate, I rip the flowers faster and ignore the sound Put a handful of em in my mouth and try to my best to choke them down And as the red goes down I feel the hand upon my shoulder cold And something else goes empty and i feel like I just sold my soul And as it gets good I’m waking up, break of dusk, Looking at the ceiling think of flowers and I taste them some Crawling out of bed to greet the new day I’m coping with Catching my reflection in a window and get frozen stiff Handprint on my shoulder, honestly what’s scared me more’s The tattoo of a heart up on my arm that wasn’t there before

Hey Ditherer’s back up and spittin’ words Hittin nerds with tracks and lyrics that lack simple terms If no one understands all the jokes that I make They can’t propose that I’m fake or throw a roast in my face, hey Coasting to fame, mostly cus I’m too lowly for shame Call it fighting herds cus there’s like five foes in the game I’m always hitting beats and bumping new shit Bite off more than I can chew, grit my teeth and chew it Sweet profusions earn desire like a streetcar I’m a black iron prison with three bars I’m like a pescatarian who can beef hard I’m like a rapper if you take out the PR - wait. And that’s just how I do it, bruh, opposite of punk rock Now you see me grab a lunchbox, smack a punchclock Night shifting cus I’m pale as fuck and hap to lack the sunblock But I’ma climb the heights because the rapper path is unlocked Whether or not any this’ll sell I’ma grind and work People think I’m really into Miss Pommel and waifu her And I don’t want to bring the wrong idea in these vapid bars I ain’t try to marry her, Coco’s just my avatar An intern and underpaid, been burned a dozen ways Stoic, hardworking, keeps her head up in something gray And rises in the world from other people being nice to her Her cutie mark’s a pimp hat at least as far as I’ve observed Writer rapper getting holy with the verse and chapters And if I own an element go tell em that my virtue’s laughter Solo, no friends on Facebook or the Myspace Line break - blow a load of talent on your wife’s face Nice taste, introduction flow’ll make the ice break I spake and now they listen to me for the rhymes’ sake I gotta keep it fresh enough to make up for my rotten luck I made this whole tape in 40 days I hope it doesn’t suck

Make me a panelist - I wanna channel this Lately I’m pandering to break in the fandom biz Show up and go up and sign posters Do a whole cup and throw up or rhyme sober Not an eye roller, I just want the fines lowered Cus I wanna be at Harmony, BABS and High Roller Before the time’s over - I can handle it - Make me a, make me a ponycore panelist - please. Yo con people, you should listen to this If you need a hand than this an awesome bus-in-ess pitch I put some Syndicate spits up on a history kick And pony music folks are writing bout how Dith is the shit So I know stuff and won’t blow chunks cus I’m too cool for that And PowerPoint game’s on lock, I went to school for that I’ll give em new shit in the Hall of Magic None these platitude tips like “try hard” and “always practice.” Might do some rap fights, but safe-for-work and mad nice And won’t get insecure and make my listeners all clap twice Cus they’re not monkeys - and if I spit it too hard And there’s a tech prob I’ll shrug and deliver it from cue cards Peeps can come up after chattin if they wanna rap with Dith Business card’ll have a Shipfic card up on the back of it Like a cool guy in a Coco hat with his face down. “Take the lowest rated goal if you can freestyle an 8 now.“ [Hook] I don’t have shit to sell, I’m just a man with a dream He could stand to achieve before he leaves the fandom in peace And BronyCon, I know you got some standards to meet I’ll leave my socks at the door and set my lanyard to green So don’t go running to the arms of filler panelists Droning bout some other fandom, y’know that swill is damagin’ Or people bumping social media who’ll bury you in selfies Or the ninety third panel about how Mary Sues are healthy Just tell me that you want me and I’ll rush out to be there for you And throw some inspiration at the people like a merry muse Snare some views from honies like a true unique bastard Marry dudes to plushies as a ULC pastor That’s free too, or else I can do it off the premises And benefit, I’ll even drop my bad words for emphasis And easy rhymes - make a more pleasing type rendition soon But fIrst I gotta write a couple songs that kids can listen to, though. [Hook] Hey man, I’ll sign your conbook at the concert tonight I’m awkard despite my grind on the hotness of mics I got what I like in life in a headstart for sure After dark nurse whiskey like Redheart at work This is fire as miss Dazzle or ponies or lit candles I’ll purge all my freestyle flows and binge samples And spit answers shameless reporters get in shambles And normies get so jealous they put it on cringe channels I’ll singe vandals and watch haterers get trampled When I stop hard to dismantle, drop bars like six anvils And the press on Dith’s panel ain’t bested since scandals I’ll be fucking up this con so hard that the shit’s cancelled [Hook]

[Ditherer] Normies always smilin’ at me, thinking like I break bread With anyone, then hatin on my Pinkie Pie vape pen Scoring rare merchandise a nascent biz so Catch me on YouTube, stealing eggs from kids No Faberge, bae, this is custom-made, and I must’ve paid the dealer like - fuck - a hundred k But that’s okay, got bottle caps and piles of bits I buy them mint to wave em in your eye - they glint On the mantle, figures in the plastic stands And check my Lyra hand warmer, I’m a massive fan Fuck buying houses and fair silk for traffickan’, I’ll smuggle ninety pounds of mare milk from Kazakhstan Call commissioners like Batman, pretend that’s where I been from Got disposable income Dith boast of his syndrome with Shit - my Twilight pancakes is tasting sick but Who I gotta blow to get some damn hay bacon strips? [ShobieShy] Pull up to the con with my car all tricked out Got Luna cutie marks on the back that my mom picked out Takin’ out my wallet, countin’, all my bills licked now Strut the vendor hall, I see Twilight Pickle Rick, wow Throw cash at a dude, take my merch, I can’t stay Got a Pinkie Pie umbrella, Rainbow Dash lamp shade Glimmy shower cap, and a Derpy Hooves garden spade Even got a limited edition Flutter Marmalade Glance and see pony vape juice, I don’t know the guy But he sees me and shouts out “Hey, my guy ShobieShy!” Horse fame has its perks, I’m purchasing half off Grab some Berry Punch, flavor gives me a cracked jaw Buying so much stuff that I barely pay rent Money can’t buy happiness? Say that to my basement My place, man. Living room got a pony vase, man Drapes with pony lace, man. And twenty pony case fans. Roll home post a photo of my Coco yo-yo No pone unowned show my bro glowing Roseluck clothes Flowing ‘bout ponies and clout, blaring it loud Knowing my homies will shout, ‘only pony allowed’ Yeah. [Equestrify] Wear a cap and gown, always staying fresh (Yeah) Zecora’s crystal ball, put it to the test Pinkamena’s special collection of sharp knives Don’t ask where I got these or I will take your life Talking all the photos then sending them to my Snapchat If you try to steal my stuff you better take a step back Before my AK goes click clack and then I’ll snap back Just like this #1 hat you better give it right back 50 Bucks for Twilights Little Book of Magic Kinda dark for what she put down on her notes, sadly tragic Rarity, Rarity, why don’t you let me serve the D I have your favorite fabric that you sew for the royalty 65 for Pinkies mixer and a Pie Figure looks so beautiful, it makes me wanna cry Let’s crack a joke cuz I’m sure you’ll find this funny Got a plushie doll and it’s Fluttershy’s bunny (Uhh)

Wanna be hard and my lines are awesome Wannabe star in a microcosm Wanna keep coming to life - opossum Wanna keep guarding the mic from flotsam Man in the ocean, Make peeps feel random emotions Fill a fandom with fanciful notions Like that tides ain’t fastly approaching Not much fear in my fostered roster Take the damn heat like a cocksure lobster Go so pro with the fiends and monsters Coco flow and they cream their boxers Sucked hard, now I’m fixin that Hella magic ass bars in a Trixie hat And apron, rap good - mixing bad I’ll take it, forsaking the kicks and dabs Did a lot of magic dealings for ‘em Man who got banned from the feelings forum Hanging out now with the Seelie quorum Barking out loud with the seal decorum Real important, awesome and rad Make weird kids feel awfully sad Drop real shit like philosophy grads You drop real shit like colostomy bags And yo, this the worst case, Try not to say “everypony” in my workplace It only happens on my worst days, and then I run home, put a homie onto third base And yo, you leave me yawning B, Rap gods build my theogony I’m a prodigy like Ptolemy in comedy, Knock on mahogany Release my shit goin’ backtaback, Leave you green as a hackmatack, Kick your ass like a hackeysack with facts I drag from your bastard past D-d-dith, D-d-dith I’m coming with a hundred kicks buncha scrips, You better know that I’m a fucking prince, Punching kids for muffin mix. Mock a kid like it’s ironic, Cop a list a wistful sonnets, Dropping shit peristeronic, That’s like how a pigeon do Burn you with the sound of sadness Turn you to a pound of ashes Hurt you with the Mouth of Madness Words to make your vision blue And I don’t get what they had to be mad with Dith being silly is axiomatic All my good thoughts are taken, don’t mistake em Bruh, you better hasten if you’re walkin off Take mad kids in the parking lot Darker thoughts, Jason and the Argonauts, put Some rocks in a hard place, this ain’t Pone it’s pox on the raw bass No bars when you drop like it’s all space I’m so hard like a foxy cabal mage Getting boners to squall odd songs Like ornery stoners with all Maud cons Spit monads, the ho has gonads Royal guard flows can blow past NORAD Make a new format like Hugo Gernsback And peeps try to match it but you won’t learn that Burn shit fast, bars from a greasetrap I’m not awesome I’m just the least bad Go harder than Grogar I’ll Smack a jackdaw in the maw with a crowbar (+4) So go yammer that your mic is hot I’m gonna go sit with a dime of pot Pull up yayponies on Microsoft And read the next chapter of Dichronauts, fuck - AH

Waifu plush beside me as I’m riding through the nightly rush Try to crush our shit and you get left behind like Lightning Dust I could trust that you won’t find a group of hoes we ain’t critique When Hasbro try to give us shit -- we go and take a leak Pony rap music, always keep the mares shaking it Beat made by Swagg Broni, yeah bro I’m taking it Go to war for ponies with a crude ploy - making it Treat the game like kids that got a new toy - breaking it Come with weak shit man we’ll make you eat bricks this is So damn hype like we banned from EQD bitch It’s genius like the seemings of a fleek Trix Fuck a G5, kid, we be flier than a G6 Lyra pants Gucci with the bon bon shirt And we the typa fans that play our shit at con concerts Little punks up in our faces and they all talk dirt The horse maf’ll raise the sun until the gods got burned Horse maf, it’s the kinda kids who act a total fool But kill it so completely that they make another Global Rule Local rubes dismiss that I got fiery flows up in the bag Unexpected dopeness (“I didn’t put those in my swag”) Shook the banter nerds off, like kid you’re not that tricky please We look for cancer cures while you beg for sauce at Mickey Ds Philomena flow I make the swelter heat come hard Light a trash fire like this is Delta V’s Junkyard [Chorus] Swimmers drown and flounder in the wetness like a Flitter Cloud Get a crown in season 10’s finale like I’m Glimmer Wow But no one gives a shit about your neck gold - bypass Dime a dozen rappers from a set mold - blind bags Sit em down like we’re about to read em out their chatlogs And if they question us just tell the fucks to kiss our askblogs. So if you think it’s only wondrous yesterdays and flawed kids We’ll make you pay the price for underestimating autists [Chorus] I keep it coming with the fluid esprit And the reason I’m so Scruffy’s that I do it for free So if you moan or making digs about my fly and bling CDs Cus ponies are for kids, but went to Lion King 3D Then you can suck my dick.

[Ditherer] Tinder girls like horses but they don’t like them like I do. And if I brought them home they’d meet my waifu like... “Hi, dude.” Dunno how I’d quite explain the dakimakuras, They’d end up prolly mockin us or go call for the cops and stuff... That’s why I’m forecasting a cold marriage and a hot divorce. When ladies look at me they close the windows and they lock the doors. I could walk the floors all year in pursuit of a top amour And still receive a girl who wears a fursuit and gets off to dwarves! Girls taking pinking shears to my self-esteem My eccentricity don’t have the wealth it needs to help it breathe. So I can’t find a nocturnal lady into pony shit And play the bitch a nocturne and save her from loneliness Or a Twi girl to mark me as a hella gay doormat Cus I don’t write my pony bars in MLA format I flirt with those - except they love Darcy and Great Gatsby And bars are straight nasty but I don’t got shirts to throw. Or Pinkie type girls with the real wicked insomnia Or knismolagnia - don’t Google that - my audience Does not have many women in its ranks, Many people in my place find being cynical is dank Right now life is more a lone abyss Where’s a man to turn when his prospects don’t exist? Broke my wrist. [Doodled] Replace a gelding - it's all I need - Gotta get me some horse pussy. On that degen shit - it's all I see. Gotta get me some horse pussy. Pastel ass is all I need - Gotta get me some horse pussy. Fluttershy's an Angel - gotta see if she's a rope bunny, Tell her be like the bee, feed her with that dope honey. She's the changeling queen, stick my dick in swiss cheese, "She"'s on her knees for me, but if I hope funny. In 2D, a wuss like me gets brothels. Pinkie's pies are nice but she need sweet when I think salt'll. Sendin' Spike aflight for the night; I got no time for coddles, Twilight's got a dirty pussy - hose it 'til it... tongue pop Sparkles. I wanna fold enough to achieve autofellatio; Bend me like a 'zine so I can peep a centerfold Featuring Rarity, drama queen - the fav'rite role Of a bottom bitch, hey Miss - you play Horatio! Only action - best of 'em - I get is from a glory hole; Rather worship Celestia, then we'll do the holy roll. Woke up when Luna asked "What's with all the poo?" I was dumping a dookie on a daki of Daring Do. Did I diddle this equine o'mine enough to get the load I blew? I stained the bitch a dark brown, Better go and buy anew! But before I clean this mess, get on 4chan - make a greentext, 'Cause this wasn't my best day. My girl came over when I was too late for class, Saw me slamming a horn from The New Day up my ass, Singing [Ditherer] I still got some hope about my lovelife as the years spin And if I’m ever married I’ll make sure she never hears this But any lady that I make eye contact on fears Dith And hearing what I rap about’d make a normie’s ears split Maybe somewhere out there is a NEET Moondancer Who lives in east New Hampshire I’ll say yeet to lamp with No getting soused with nerds I’d pound herbs with a Treehugger Weed-puffer d-lover and then go buy a house in Perth And if I ever make my flows famous, shake hands with stonemasons I’ll remain so basic and chase the gold maidens and Stay so low valence I won’t need no Cadance Allay the ho baes with bouqets of rose stamens

The universe is trying my patience Breaking pens like I’m taking Eiffel-sized vape rips (Hoo) Rhyming rude fly tunes that might be lewd Hyphy and pseudonymous on the fence on when I might sued (Kek) Dicey dude, half the time more a sulky stallion Attract rich birds with the multis like a multis falcon I pass go knifing, if thr gas low siphon, Fish girl with glass bowl, man so wifing (No shit) Nasty word connector for the paper like a hyphen Actirasty kids not in the capers when I’m rhyming Back and blast and lady with the vapors like a Byron And smash her hard enough to wake the neighbors she a siren So fuck ya passivism I’m an active rapper and I’ll take the puss and crush it like a cat compactor (Goddamn) I’m your better, bitch, better spit for more than spite-talk In for wetter shit once I kick you off the drydock (Splash)

LIBRARIAN: Good morning. DITHER: Hey. LIBRARIAN: ...Can I help you with anything? DITHER: Yeah, -cough-, I’ve reserved a book from the Canterlot Archives. LIBRARIAN: Oh. Name, please? DITHER: Uh, Fussbudget, first name Ditherer. LIBRARIAN: (suddenly realizing) Yes! We got it in this morning. [SFX: Tome being set down on wood.] DITHER: Great. This was written by the Zebras, right? LIBRARIAN: (agreeably) As far as I know. DITHER: Perfect. [SFX: Flipping pages, then stops.] DITHER: ...It’s in zebra. LIBRARIAN: That’s why no one requests it. If you want, I can put you on the list for when a translated copy gets made... DITHER: No, no, hold on. [SFX: cutie mark appearing, pages flipping] DITHER: There we go. LIBRARIAN: What... did you just do? DITHER: I gave myself a cutie mark in zebra translation. Now… The seeds of truth will cure most any illness Except those ones which leave the heart in stillness The patient must speak truth to make them grow The truer what is spoken, the sooner they’re bestowed. LIBRARIAN: ...Huh. I didn’t know the translations would rhyme too. DITHER: It doesn’t. I just have to do that every few minutes. LIBRARIAN: Oh. Uh… that’s interesting. DITHER: (poring over the book) Heart’s desire… cutie pox… [SFX: wristwatch beeps] DITHER: Ah, shhhit. Look, do me a favor, just get the definitions on this list for me. [SFX: paper rustling] LIBRARIAN: (baffled) Wh, b-, I can’t read Zebra! DITHER: Oh. Hold on. [SFX: fingers snapping, cutie mark appearing] LIBRARIAN: (seeing a cutie mark appear on his body) Ah! DITHER: (leaving rapdily) There, that should help you, thanks a million, man! LIBRARIAN: (calling after him) Wait, what the fuck is this thing?! Who are you?! DITHER: (at the edge of earshot) I wrote it on the card! [SFX: book closing]

(Swagberg) Lampin in Cyberia for green - earnin’ Swagbizzy knocking it Supreme - Vermin Update the sensory no trollin like a Slylox Cupcake dispensary I’m rollin in the Mabach Tearing up my set but it’s mindless - Got a b-b-bear up on your neck, k-k-killing em with Kindness Clowns are in my area like Soundcloud ovarian Types, I bury em nice - shouts out to Variant (Mic!) First in Twenty Ten now everypony’s hating Well I had dragons too, didn’t think that I could slay them But ponies brought me to the top, no matter what you're facing If you just hold on tight what you'll find can be amazing! (Lulz!) Vinyl on my set, gonna roll that back And I’m afraid to tell my girl why I don’t have cash Guardians of Harmony they got the ponies I love Catch me in the pink aisle and give a homie a hug (MC Twilight) Shut the fuck up, Lulz! You look like Vincent Tong, except you don’t get gulz And if you try to step to me like the NCF I’ll snap off my fucking wingboner and just beat you to death! (Yelling At Cats) Funny how these fillies used to miss me Used to come and ill it and then kill em when they diss me Now they’re only hoping I’m still making a verse Fuck falling off, I skullfucked the face of the Earth And I ain’t patient with nerds if they ain’t do a written Make a new beginnin, horse nation is gone, now I rule with kittens (Gryfinz) Flying with my claws out, Herdkore Won’t get me a bird so I’m a boss now Cocky when I’m walking and I’m stocking lotsa hot sounds All the pony crosstalk is awful close to crossed out (Prison) All the pony poetry is broken like a rotary - HEY Smash a pony in her ovar- okay, I can’t... (Pipsqueak) Music’s how I handle sadness But people listen just cos I sound like Daniel Radcliffe I did the pet rock thing first, dude, trust me One day I’ll be big and I’ll change my name to - Rusty! (Drowning in Footwear) The whole world is ominous And don’t you try to tell me that it’s not because it’s obvious! I’ve had enough of all these damn ponies being nice to me Luna come and take me, help me chase out what my life could be! (Nicis) Keep on bragging and I’ll smack your shit Cus I ain’t big a name as all these faggots that I’m rapping with I’ll back-you-down motherbucker I laugh-at-crowns Coming back with sound after feeding my gat with rounds (IBe) Horse nation got more faces I’m one of em Kickin it they clickin it I’m frickin lit the sun’ll come Huddle up, Am-pli-fy-re make a mosh pit Scratching on a banger fly verse try to Dodge This (GrassSaysMoooo!) I’m putting out the last star I shoot up horses when I make La Brea’s black tar Or drive a fast car - rapper got a bad heart And make some gimmick shit then I’ll put em out to past-ure Chthonic shamanist’ll stop harmonic canterin A pandering evanglist of dark Pnakotic Manuscripts Standing in your shower he a flawed psychotic candidate And thoughts come every hour only raw narcotics manumit (D. Range!) Die a surly gent, and spit a Pegasus horse from my corpse like for Perseus Grab a rubble stone, stackin up a supple throne Lend me a hand and I’ll cast outcha knucklebones Celephais powers all up in my right hand Rap from the elevated towers in the Night Land Pie party in my head - time to die Iliad - slice a life up and climb inside (MALevolence) Got weird subject matter I'll repaint your boutique in a blood red splatter Madhouse is black now when sunset shatters Climbing out the graveyard with the undead rappers (Spike the Draaagooon) Call me Pufnstuf If you spliff sativa I’ll be a friend when things get rough Lizard legion make rappers with fantroll names Fall into manhole caves and fight the anthro snakes Brando Duane type raps like I’m not the best Mock or jest, Spike’ll spit fire like a rocket test Walking death not best with ladies but I make em laugh Go home to Kevinsano Rainbow then I take a nap (Wootmaster) Let’s make it flow like Milky Way We’ve all got generals but put down your guns, /k/? Cus I love everypony- get a party in the club Call me Twilight I saw the future but won’t give it up There’s just too much for me to love around this funky scene Like reading funny green and the guys who sip the Sunny D So I show love as more than just a phony-type rhymer, Gay Bathhouse they call me the Pony Pied Piper (F3nning) Also known as F3 Best feet forward when I leave a tail of dead beats Most pony rappers don’t know emcee stuff and If that’s all the steez they brought they can get steez nuts (N. Hollow) I’m faded and I’m out of it Making crazy music and they waitin for the sound of this At the top like Sistine don’t diss me you a floor kid I’m stacking mares like sixteens on lit beats this horseshit (Clavi) I wanna be the best in the pony scene So we beef on flows for weeks up on the road-a-kings And make the group Perfecta, black suits on deck ta Blast dudes who test us, rap through the spectra (Buffalo) Thanks for that EquestrianThreat To the rest of the vets coming we the best of the best And we faster than fast, like got the Wonderbolt flow We plunder the show to keep our rhymes and puns on a roll (Sickness!) Oh golly gee, I’m lackin mic quality Fans want locks of my mane in the mail - rap idolatry Shopping at the Dollar Tree for coloring books Which I draw little dicks on like a muttering crook, thank you very much (Rhyme Flow) I don’t know just what I’m 'sposed to do Course I choose rapping but lately I got a horsey muse Life’s a stage but they won’t play me yet with my gold charisma Can Scratch and Tavi work it out? That’s just Yourenigma (Ditherer) Gonna flub the take when I read this out 23 rappers but I didn’t have to -- wait (Ditherer) No, hold on, how did I get here? (Ditherer) No, something’s not… what are all these- (Ditherer) Fuck that guy, I’m Flowcellus Make my foes jealous where I’ll go there’s no tellin Venerating those fellas centerstage like no cellist Cutie pox truly knocks upon the doors of soul sellas They get their heart’s desire, so if you want The marks up on your arms to keep you singing Spit some bars of fire harder as you start to spiral Art designers let it in and when the tendrils snaking Through their veins and breaking pain can hit the heart it’s final

[Ditherer] The seeds of treason in the ground and each prospers My demons reach longer, sleep of reason breeds monsters Indecent de-froster of the glaciers in my mind’s eye Praisers of divine right quaver in the night sky Heart beats the wrong cadence, guard streets - I want payment Crystal hearts are gone jaded now the songs are long faded Used to think I’d gone native and I’d made my bond sacred But I feel the hot hatred anywhere I’m not facing Many glares, the gods’ plaything, wailing I was chose at birth Fitful sleep I dream that I’m a shade beneath the frozen earth Down in the depths thresh and mock the sounds of regrets And found a house of death to drown the stolen crown on my head. [TheWanderingKit] Spirits, just draining away all the feeling, emotional Darkness, arrives….we rise... Don't need a host Locked in the shadows , were on the walls Crafting a pony ,from darkness to take the throne We’ll Break a crystal heart into pieces Freeing all the spirits , cause we locked in a precinct (Uh) Knock for a feasting, ponies all around You best to know when they’re screaming (Uh) Hidden away, locked in a cage, wanting our freedom so get out the way All of our rage, thrown in your face, when we are free We shall visit your grave, You looking so brave ,but we won't stop (Ha) Now you looking scared , so we won't stop (Ah) Ponies of the void, make your heart drop We will never stop till we're free Then your world dies

Back in twenty seven-teen I’m getting back on the scene I put the show off four years and now I’m mackin on green And trackin the fiends who still in it, askin to meet And when I watch the movies with em see the magical queen Five years ago I kept a million miles away From EQG, seemed to me that all the smiles were fake On thankful peeps and style would break the bank for weeks Basement freaks would spank their meat in silent praise But no one else would watch, not expecting a pearl You fuckers on some Rainbow hair while I’m investing in curls Don’t test me you churl, Dagi is the best in the world And that’s as ponies or as fishes or Equestria Girls She’s glad for praise putting new dudes in a madder haze If I’m a duke then she’s a chatelaine, battle bae Sunsetters denying she got a lock on glam rock Like “When pigs fly” so I’ma hit em with a hamhock Handtalk, like picking a waifu is not even hard Who else a full millennium old can rock a frickin leotard? Go downing some drinks now, lady sounding a minx Later staring at my screen and I’ll be counting her blinks Startin competition I’m throwing the cold water Like “Oh she’s so cute” like no she So-nata And Blaze boys I don’t even grade your shit Clean yourselves up, call your ass the Mayde service No accounting for taste, but keep it out of my face Floundering baes are close to gettin ground into paste Fuck, and I’m aware that this a sickness I won’t steal your bitch because her hair ain’t got the thickness So kick this Adagio’s a def elite choice I be tweeting @Kazumi Make a text to speech voice! Got a lotta ladies bugging me, hugging me, ug-l-y, Don’t want to rule the Earth and they can’t smile half as smug as she (Get off me ho) They hated Dither cus he gave them the truth A slayer and soothsayer who invading the news On how major the spoof was, getting prayers induced For the players who doomed cus they never praising the poof I’m raising the roof, keep inside your lane if you’re smart I’m keepin files on competition and I take em apart For taking her heart, the rest of you can stay in the dark Adagio the best waifu for a maker of bars Pine for one I've never met, behind and she’s a step ahead, She orange I’m the green, she’s a dime and I’m the treble clef Yo fuckface, when ataxia attacks ya and you flub takes My voice is like a black hole, Collapsia, Wubcake

[Doodled] Of course I'm forced to shift my exorbitant source of biz - a stolen portion of oral torture - forbidden metamorphosis. I can't get a divorce court when whore don't stop torquin' video extortion, because it's important when the next [HORSE] is. Pinkie Pie a spy now, don't know what she snortin'. Pinkie Pie is high now, better snipe her out of orbit. Pinkie Pie is hearing bells, swimmin' in endorphins. Pinkie Pie goin' to hell, she's burnin' an orphan. Cerberus want none of this, my desire is bottomless - we got irons in fires, teeing off ires in Tartarus. I can see Pinkie kinda pissed, say "she started it!" I doubt it - it's clouded - Get rap-bot to start shit. for (int bitch = 0; true; bitch++) { continue; } She say she wasn't even in their point of view. How she guilty when it will be a disjoint purview? "You swear you never knew; you don't even barbecue. And I would've thought it true Til you murdered Scootaloo." She swear she been lucid She say she can prove it But I will stop here 'cause this story is stupid. S.C.P. C-3P0 - I'm a bot that there's no stoppin' on a TV show. It's me, you'll see - the CEO. It's far too hard to defeat bars or you to beat these flows. But I don't wanna feel pain on a PTR, 'Cause I'm afraid David Cage gonna see me arse. But I ain't gonna go ahead and get my fee-fees scarred, 'cause I'mma bettin' I get 5-star - PRR. Never dependent - I'm in it to win it. I lived it, I livin' - I'm pimpin' a digit, I dip in a minute. I'm livin' the pity - don't diddle the MIDI. But if ya forbiddin', I never admit it - I'm better than him. It'd be better to pick it than formin' a picket I pin it; I pivot a lot of the limits. I divvy the divots - how Rarity did it. I'm keepin' it comin' like Coppola gunnin' I'm fittin' the bear that I hunted - Fixin' angel hair that I'm bunnin'. Whatcha wantin' from a bumpkin? No way I'll be hindered, I'll reign just like Jinder. When we deploy, make some noise for the Ditherer. [Ditherer] Er-er dithy bout to hit em with some mur-der Herd nerd hobnobbin coppin hella Erse words Verse first unfettered, betterin a curse dirge Lettering like Wordsworth, worth third a real rapper Don’t stop, it’s the dude who love the party rock the Cutie little ponies and their huge futanari cocks Call the cops cus I’m making improvements I’m breaking the news that I’m ancient with two heads Fake (martyr) snake (charmer) I (wanna) be (the) man (who) fills (his) cup (up) with (the) game’s (ardor) Waste (karma) get fish (sauced) like (straight) tartar Mom’s basement (mom’s basement) makes a fuckin [[based parlor]] Okay break it up, gotta get myself checked Pasta at a self-check, ringing up the jell-o cups Coughing up some yellow stuff, not a lot of self-spect Hocking up a bell pep thing with the rubella grubs When your plane stops for the weather ree pairs you can Catch me out the window feather bangin’ three mares While I’m eating eclairs and they extra sweet I’m gonna rap until I die or get to extropy Rap monopsony, human beings Castigate me - anthroposophy Masturbating to the scholars and crap Involved in the past, I can’t sing so let’s call it a rap

I’ll knock your socks off like BronyCon guidelines I’m an omikron psi guy who is lonely on drivebys Spy fly birdies and I’ll chuck you in a wormery Quiet fuckin kid, stop pretending like you heard of me Earthily - I just need a Gibson to strum While I’m out clubbin kiss a couple fictional sluts And I’m mixing a rough benediction to scrubs A patrician with all but the riches to sluice Fixing that up, I’ll kick this wassup Getting wizard with luck as depictions of Puck Mixin liquor and sludge when I piss in a cup Listened to by the people who sixes and - what? And all my afterthoughts riller Sorceror supreme suck dick I’ma paragon Pillar Ambergris smoker - cachalot driller Bumped by one half of the Kanterlot Killas

[Ditherer] A man in a cloak and a steed to abuse They did all the work now I’m eating the fruits I’ll head to the heart of the Everfree and Rip out the magical tree by the roots Cracking the bark, drinking the juice Snap it apart, see it reduced Back in the dark, speed to the mews and Blasting’ll start you can read on the news Better than the best at aiming, heads are flaming Dread and distress and praying And you’ll see the wilt in surrounding ecology A stem of the source of the sound is virology My progeny black and insolubly novel and Til royals acknowledge I gotta be awful Awaiting trial with a grating smile Got a friend out with the same annihilating style [Kozmos] Yeah Roll into Ponyville with the '19 on the side of the hip I load the clip and I'm gonna flip! Hide away, and you think that you're fine, Tryna find a way to escape this quick! Turn Pumped Up Kicks into fucked-up bits With gun turrets, and you must run it's Just some prick out for blood and bits And I'll leave you dead in a dusty ditch I'll stare you down with sinister eyes I slice 'n dice with similar vice Leave you dyin, still mystified No tryna hide my sinister side I'm in a rage and I think you know it Look at my kills and I keep it growing Out for vengeance and I make it known and I'm freein' D and we take the throne then [Ditherer] I lay low in custody, Play slow like trustin they ain’t know the Pungency a-float, abundantly a pro and Lungs are the payload, ace holed. Step out of the cell to the choking air Broken mares floored find guards and smoke em fair Spoke with flair, new mark in ghosty snares So when the six’ll say it’s over it’s au contraire I lift my head up to the sky and call the Nightmare Spirits The ravaging of towns so loud that I can hear it From the mountain, life is dearest when you find it clearance My sincerest type of lyrics, Magic words to break Tartarus gates And harness hate, trash the world and tarnish fate Arist tape, a hunned runes in a drummin tune Don’t wonder who, I’m Patient Zero - you’ll get a number soon

Lo-fi sound - first off I don’t wanna burst off if you not a forthright clown But ask me to ghostwrite and most likely you’ll be a ghost right now Won’t bite down, but you’re in my jaws kid It’s high time that you learn to be cautious Selling souls for a chance at a moshpit Ain’t a good road or a path or an auspice - you an ostrich And fuck rappers who can’t write their own lyrics If there’s a good reason, fuck you, I won’t hear it That’s shit is so pyrrhic only for broke spirits Go spear it straight through with a rap I hope pierces Cus they won’t make me a convert I’m honestly probly never playing a concert Like really, the business is friendship That’s where the magic’s from, I don’t listen to Kendrick Ain’t having this, bars are melting the verse Fuck a James Patterson I’m Carlton Mellick III The hardest sell in the world and I can still flow Hope people forgive this rap for havin nil pones I feel gross, like what’s the point of this? This a damn game that I annoint with piss Select a choice of kicks But always wind up with my voice dismissed It gets hideous, go to beds and wrench idiots Smack em with the little Dith, teach em French idioms And get vidya, the kind I’ll never get to play I’ve been writing on this couch now for tseven days And I don’t know if it’s worth it yet, But if I’m ever big then know the words I said Being someone’s ghost isn’t great for your health If you wanna make it right you gotta make it yourself.

[Acarcion] Hidden in shadows, lurking Wondering what's my purpose I promised victory Tasted hearsay That they say When they’re lying Kindness is a violence That weakens the soul Poisons the tribe Colorful Enemies behind lines Memories and times Cauterized in carpaces of mine These are long moments History awoken Nightmares invoking Of times now unspoken Toking and hoping Resting not moping Thinking and making Plans Terrible and terrifying Eyeing and spying In a stilling silence Sitting hidden and quiet Waiting Abating memories Of times now fading But always failing [Ditherer] The hatchery’s titaness: Nurses couldn’t get her to redact the sleek chitinous Form and each night she sits, beady eyes light with mist Leaves on her own unhelped, the caravansary’s pilotless. Finds a hive of bright colors and antlers Like brothers in candor, fights other than banter forbidden Plunder or scamper, wonders for answers Under her standards, like hundreds of plans and rants beginnin Hidden - a hungry pupa impelled by spite, beheld the night Changes more than the next twelve combined In stealth she flies and makes her own hunting ground Dozen towns keeping the lights off on her humming rounds Becoming proud now of feasts in the night But in time the bleats and the cries cease to arise They fight back, and the city that evaded escalation Is aware of how the mutant has effaced their reputation The councils look down on her squalid position And squawk their opinions while lawless civilians Come march to abolish a wall-less dominion The citizens trust in their long-lived resilience none too brilliant Out to the gates to seek peaceful solutions It’s seemingly useless and reason eludes them And each gets abusive shouts in their face Seems Rome was indeed burned down in a day Sounds of a fray Heard em and she shakes as invaders attack No one’s changing, afraid and simply slaking the axe Slayed in their packs, she’s harmed in the street But bites her way out with her carnivore teeth and then she makes for the path Green goo gushing from her side, blood is in her eyes it’s Enough to be alive, and she gets into the hatchery Opens every eggsac she can, and quickly snatches each Larva, but the only ones who make it are the blackest sheep Sole survivor flies, heart cold as the gloomy night Eggs to her chest, she’ll start over and she’ll do it right. [Acarcion] Wake up, cold sweat A fleeting feeling of rusty dread Fills my head with wailing dead Consumed instead with plans ahead Ponies won't know what hit’em When I come lunar fury Will seem pitiful barely A thought compared to the disaster I wrought A simple revenge For taking my kin Back then and now again But this time My blood's boiling A roiling acidic siege To seize and besiege And reave and cleaveThen mount your heads on a pike An ending to good for the likes of you I lack your view Your arrogance and trickery Faked pity I see through your pithy Displays trying to displace My thoughts and rage And its misplaced even if it's true When you’ve been under my abuse No words will ever change your view The truth in tooth and nail So forsooth you hail And claim as a holy grail But know I will prevail

Hey future boy, I know you’re listening Missed the scene, still bump the music thinking wishful things It sucks being too late, you’re not fine with it But lend your ears to one deleted rapper for like five minutes Archive systems are there, someone’s got a link I promise, it’s probably how you found me when I stop and think In a scene so dead that the Tombstone walked off We still got blogspots and pastebins and crawled logs We saw how things decayed and tried to be the opposite so All of the important stuff is here and you can walk through it When this came out peeps thought that I was talking to em When this came out peeps thought that I was awful stupid But I know you’re listening, couldn’t count the money spent To follow every detail of us weirdos in the twenty tens A lot of rappers never think too much about the kids-to-be But my shit’s like the Crystal Faire, I’ll save you with your history. I know you couldn’t be here with your brothers and it sucks Cus the past is a place that’s nearly covered up in mud, And I hate to tell you that you can never go home again When home is some lone place you won’t have been But getting so down that you might cry is nonsense There’s worse things to settle for than lifetimes of content I just want you to find the other people on this Make friends, do your best, just carry ponies on, kid. Ars longa, vita brevis Our names will last through time and live forever And if anybody doubts me, fuck em. I know we got the style to be remembered. I won’t forget We won't forget Whatever happens we won’t forget So don't forget us Don't forget us... Radiarc, StormWolf, d.notive, AlliKat Yelling At, JackleApp, Twenty Ten, ArtAttack Rainfall, Madhouse, Sickness, Ken Ash Ozzwald, Derpidety, Decibelle, Fen, TAPS Woodlore, Aviators, H8 Seed Interrobang, PieSwear, Toastbeard, Breakbeat Colibrishin, Kirya, Mando, Archie All Levels, uThunder, Zander, Tarby Omnipony, Sickness, Evdog, Millionare Dusty, BlackGryphon, AutomaticJack, Thorinair Freewave - Michael A - Glaze - Replacer Tei - Blaze - F. Vace - The Wasteland Wailers Lectrode, Gretina, Griffinilla, Buffalo Zatslol, RainbowCrash, Yourengima, Silver Note SlyphStorm, Forest Rain, Gato Paint, Circuitfry Not A Clever, So Great, Assertiveshy, Sci (64 names) And I’m sick of being angry, I’m with you right now, whatever things you’re facing We’ve been there, and if this shit can give a little comfort If means all the work that we put into it had some worth And maybe in the same folder you can hear me think After I get my damn raps up to speed and learn to sing When all the artists go and feel a need to burn their things I promise ponies never die - they just leave to earn their wings

Cutie Pox: A rare disease dating back to the paleo-pony period, where cutie marks appear all over a pony’s body, forcing them to act out the talents associated with them. Very little is known about this disease. The Four Humours: red blood, yellow choler, black melancholy and clear phlegm, the elemental fluids which govern human emotion - chiefly happiness, anger, sadness and emptiness. When one is out of balance with the others, its emotion becomes particularly incensed. Heart’s Desire: A red flower scattered rarely across Equestria, at its most concentrated in the lea [lee-uh] at the Final Clearing, the place of all endings. Although a few petals can be used to rejuvenate or improve one’s talents, its extreme volatility and difficulty to cultivate keeps it out of the hooves of most gardeners. The Seeds of Truth: An ancient zebra cure-all, capable of - [cutie mark appearing, pain] -c-capable of healing most diseases, which grows based on the truths told to it. Ditherer: Th… the best and bratty- what? Th-the uh, cuck and something? What the fuck does that say? Who wrote this shit?

Last smile cut off, rap phile one off Rollin’ in the melancholic black bile runoff Acting goofy when I’m quite helpless… Life’s a movie that I have to watch - Mike Nelson Time’s melting, make music til the money comes Gotta lotta lo-fi beats, but never studied once Bachelor’s still on the wall - I hope that shit excuses Making bitter music stead of interviewin’, Dith a stupid Nighttime custodian, mind’s eye got hindsight and odium Fine lines like fly’n kites I’ll hide like chelonians Seeming mean, pacin’ floors I’m sweeping clean Making fours under my breath to reinforce the secret dreams Gorgeous with no aesthetic, gormless but copacetic Homeless a born ascetic, formless and so pathetic But the marks up on my arms keep me swinging Yeah, the marks up on my arms keep me… Why you always act so quiet, son? And why you always staring into space and gotta bite your tongue? It’s to keep you guys from getting not a little hot with spittle Noncommital, I keep the rhyme journal in jots and tittles, often brittle And they don’t know my work or else they’d mock me for it At my lunch I hit the night air and I walk the forest Or else the parking lot, starting off the prickly brink Light pollution painting all the overcast a sickly pink Cut the sympathy - I said I’ll be fine, I meant it Just rewrite these lines to up the equine percentage Hold your Horses and romance the past, prance and laugh Look Ma, now I’m a pony in a fancy hat. Fancy that. ... The marks up on my arms keep me swinging. The marks up on my arms keep me... swinging.

[Ditherer] Old premise, a man who finds his love is unrequitable He hates his life story, if he could he would rewrite it all Another inch away he can feel her, he swears The wheel is unfair and he’s feeling despair Really though, he’s never onto new business He only wants to hear her talk for a few minutes, too with it It’s like a unicorn who only got the two tickets, Or like that one picture that has God and the dude in it, a losing system That shit’s irrelevant, you’ll find this kid’s a reverend He’s out street-preaching the sweet theories of Mr. Everett Like there’s a version of her who is searching the Earth For a way to come and meet him, and she’s fervently spurred from worthier herds At the curtain of life and the merging of worlds He’s certain she’ll unbind him stead of turning to dirt It won’t fail if he don’t fumble first, cuddle her And hope that he won’t wake up and find a bubble burst, puzzled hurt. [MC ARCH} New Chapters, a Man that found love worth fighting for Closing gaps in, 'cuz coping with loss he won't roll no more 'Cuz for a world that is based about being real, It was fantasy that didn't walk away from all of his feels. I don't expect the world to understand, but they don't have too Confusion from love is loyalty you already prove Don't let 'em invalidate your point of recognition, And never apologize for never choosing this position Some will say that this is fully un-relatable I just wish for you not having this, you'd be grateful I wouldn't wish this on anybody to feel the shame To drink, defy, hate, rely, all this in the parts that play And not because you feel you want to escape Who I hold on to with believing walks along with me everyday And if loss and the spirit can together be connected through I'll let the feeling speak, 'cuz I'm not gonna lose her too I've lost enough, you can call it out of touch But words can't define the feeling every time her heart turns up Just like my emotions, I feel every motion You won't tell me about touching when your mind isn't even opened Let them have their moment saying that I'm on reliance Its the same love & purpose, still standing in pure defiance so When she's close to me and tells me that her heart speaks true. I hold her closer and tell flutters I love her too. When she's close to me and tells me that her heart speaks true. I hold her closer and tell flutters I love her too...

I had a girl in a sidechat She didn’t like rap But poems made her smile back I wrote her 400. I’m like that. Time passed. Make raps for a year and put sixteen up But the people that I like are like sixteen up And the levels after that are like sixteen up I listen to them and can’t even put a sixteen up (Uh) Bars are very stupid and barkinem’s fairy useless But with airy prudence I’ll go spark it and bury students Whether harkin airy cupids or cardigan dairy juices Know my heart can only start for the star of a Mary Sue fic Hard as a hairy Kubrick, Araki of writing Awkwardly grimy - record with a daki beside me Pocky to psyche so I maybe build a kind of humble hype More a Tumblrite than any member of the mumble tribe Bumble by the popular rappers and always grumble gripes Hard heart harvester hiding behind the jumbled eyes Jeopardy - one spin - dozen plus great bars Buttoned up - Ruxpin - puffin’ stuff - H. R. Space bar - I’m a Rarity Cus I don’t do raps for myself or God or therapy Famechasin verily, cus what’s a book no one reads? What’s a look no one sees, a hook if no one breathes warily? Used to play DS games in the ballpark Now I play D/s games and my balls smart We’re all crazy, but I’ll gracefully share the lithium And kiddie you’re just not gonna make it to Terabithia Call me debt cus I break backs, Vet cus I spay cats, dead when I take naps, Deaf when I make tracks, wept on a placemat, Head fulla great raps, guest of the best and I fade fast Don’t eat don’t sleep don’t clean don’t weep Don’t breathe don’t think don’t live don’t speak - don’t go Lately I’m alone again, lately I just don’t have friends I’m trapped inside a box of my own making that I won’t transcend Part of why I’m not averse to believing That maybe I was put up on the earth for a reason State of mind, not speeding I’m just making time Aping lines that I’ve seen in playlists of ancient graded grime I need surreal wetter steel weather to feel better But I wasn’t fleecin you when I said I’m a real sweater

Her parents had secretly planned for it all day Hatching a bash or a klatch or a soiree Actually passably rad in a small way it Actually had to be had in a small place, Took hold of Miss Junior Algebraist So booknosed she doesn’t know what the day is But once she comes back to the present The presence of presents ends the questions She guesses the day right, everyone smiles back They’re playing a game night and eating some lilacs And Mom will be right back, she’s lighting the candles Moon wonders if the guest list got kinda mishandled A late Twi’s unexampled. Minuette’s dancing, but she still looks For the silhouette prancing from these hills, books Are not something she’ll talk on with Twinkleshine They draw straws on who tells her the thing with Twi Cool weather and a fair bit got in her eyes New sweater and a hair clip tossed to the side As the cake comes out, raised voices in song All the tears on her hidden face moisten her jaw Twelve minutes later, candles gutter in the wind and She’s learning now to hate the random mutters of her friends Under bright skies sits a gloomy stolid mare Resigned to a lifetime of moody solitaire Forget friendship, it’s something she can 86 And as the phrase begins the sky’s blotted in a great eclipse Fate exists, this one’s nowhere in the alphabet Of charts and lunar data tables sorted in her almagest Parents find words that at first were despondent Turn mostly abstract and by turns unresponsive Friends head home on their own but it’s all fine Moon’s out early and it stays for a long time

Yo, it's the man who, can't rap I been smoking anthrax you better stand back I used to do the ass raps and the bad tracks And now I'm taking catnaps doin' backflaps Flips - past, pricks - trash kids Cast a cantrip smackin tricks til their ass drips Bad bitch stackin mad chips with the practice How you fuckers gonna make it to the morning? I put this on my Soundcloud half a year ago Pony thumbnail, didn’t think it come to much but here we go, On my quest for good writing fightin for immortal truth Running out of people I should act as if I'm normal to Sorta cool, more than you, amateurs abhor the views I kick em off my back turned just like the fuckin horses do But most time it’s more I’ve got no time for wasting It’s flow nice or go drive or nosedives to pavement And hey, man, I started five novels filling THIS VOID, if you Read a single one you'd think I was a SCHIZOID And I might be THIS, BOY, but if I got readers Then I gotta breathe and make it to the morning. [Chorus] Don't fuck with a semblance of jest, cross My life story up with somethin resemblin success If I had a Patreon where people gave me five bucks I'd be so happy that I'd straight collapse in joy and die young But my lunch break's up, jot dreams with a G2 And hope that I'll reread them at home so I can regroup I seem to, some days, but mostly I don't much believe That any nice horizon could be shining and not misperceived Mister please, I don’t mean to bitch about my life But it’s not easy seeking all your enrichment in the night I just want to make it to the morning. [Chorus]

The actress’s heart and soul start to roam A montage of parts and roles that aren’t her own Apart she knows it’s hard alone to hark and hold A shard of glow from stars so far below Want the brightest in the universe They don’t never call her back like it’s new to her All her scenes are in the chorus and it’s uniform Don’t see the tree for the forest - Juniper She don’t know any money or the wonder of friends She got a hunned regrets, so put her under a lens And she spun a lament nice like a spiderweb, tight, Only heckling directors if they try to step, fight. Mom said she’d be an actress when she grew up And if a dick’ll diss the status, don’t give two fucks She starves inside, maybe seems too charming with stars in eyes Wanna be the world’s new darling and part divine Who could hate a little sabotage? Who could claim that she ain’t killing it for that applause? Who could frame it like the stage she swept the flowers off Ain’t a stage she waited an half age to strafe and bow across? So graceful there’s eight pages of shots in her catalogue So faithful she stapled them all herself, you can have them all But her uncle’s still opposed to how she’s doing this Every other line from her’s spoken from a shooting script. Not jejeune in a tussle, she’s got ingenue hustle And when they’re wanting her subtle she’s getting onto new trouble A starlet acheiver, not a harlot or diva But what’s farthest to reach is getting hard to believe in Getting art from her demons, lotta parts in a sequence, Now it’s harder to think but they won’t balk when they see this. Every glance up at the mirror and she’s loving it. It’s like her chance is getting nearer and it’s something rich. Tells herself that they aren’t running when she’s coming in They’re only stunned at how she looks now and it’s nothing big. Cus Mom said she’d be an actress when she grew up. She grew up, she grew up, Mom said she’d be an actress. June was.

Made an album and loose it on YouTube Chew though rope with the loserish hoodoo When I feel good I make music to brood to Like the opposite of that dude in New Shoes Make raps with your favorite pone Take a well-known beat and I make it my own And now all the bronies pursuing the sun Before Ditherer drops in to ruin their fun Small bits of conflict rewritten the worse when I take all your progress and see it reversed Turn cheer to depression in multiple ways Because nothing is yet in its ultimate state And it’s awfully grey out here when it showers Y’know I still got sad horses for hours. And that’s really my shtick in the end, And if it’s condemned I’ll be quick to defend Like making this genre is not a waste And it’s not debasement of plots apace Get warned like I’ve been Lost in Space But I wanna be like Sherclop and Greg And that’s in the all the ways that they had wrote shit Taking one story and then making their own script Not faded or hopeless, just trading in bones picked Raiding pone clips for play like an old gryph They were were the dopest, Abeying uploads if the gold riffs would take Time to define to the most lit ... I’m taking that road, kid. I’m taking that road, kid. I want to transform what you think that you know Through the orders of words that I string on a flow And make something you can look back on Once it collides with your mind like a hadron And uplifts you slightly I’m putting off getting published to write these Stay good with the Dudley Do Right steez Mad props to the ugly truths I see So pick a character, I’ll pull out the substance And roll out the roughness with full out robustness Time for discussions has gone to adjustments And I’ve got too many to do them all justice. Twilight thinks back in a bosom of reverb Why couldn’t her teacher just look and believe her It took the deceiver a moment of doubt And her feverish leader was throwing her out Pinkie’s got a recursion of fronts A burgeoning dunce hitting vermin with puns They’re turgid and glum and allergic to fun If herds don’t applaud she gets burdened at once Rarity’s finding that working’s enough Headlines blur, deadlines circle above And thoughts of retirement seem too tempting Giving them everything leaves you empty Fluttershy hated the clouds, stayed on the ground To escape all the loud noise, vapors and frowns Savor the browns, cus every day she felt Unsafe at her house And Rainbow hasn’t had a rest in three days Lump in her chest and the knee sprains Stumble as she’s hoofing out the C-grades Wishes for an old flight path she could retrace AJ misses her mother a lot Can’t utter the thought that a sutherly trot Would be better for Apples than smothering rot Suffers in nacht, quiet outside while supper is hot Starlight must resist what she wants, visions of raw Magic rip in response as her history calls Sunburst isn’t involved, sits in the halls as Letters from mom come to stick in his craw Maud’s worried Boulder will fade, holds him in place, With him would go any hope of a mate, and Limestone’s angry for days, saving her pay Rock farm life has her wasting away, and Marble sticks to her own thoughts, sits in a lone box Hid in her home with the miserable pone flaws And Cheerilee’s too easy, student pool measly And her school’s fleeting for royalty Luna gives her sister her loyalty But her real feelings come out in the roiling sea Skystar’s head’s in the sky, heavenly prize, Metal and grind make her settle for brine Petals and rhyme, Zecora revels in time, But in several lives she’s a rebel and dies Zap ain’t fit to pretend it’s fine When Sour keeps skipping her meds and lies And Zest can’t sleep in a bed at night She just stares at the ceiling and tremors light Sugarcoat’s friends don’t call, Flare Looks back on her life, it had been so small Flies in a flash from the site of the crash and Leaves people behind when she hits no wall Abacus must see a shrink, a hussy in pink Stole her decades of work and she’s thusly extinct 28 Crushed in her dreams like the gloomy flock Scootaloo’s wings getting cruelly mocked Sweetie gets frightened when beauty stops And Bloom is an orphan with Cutie Pox.

[SFX: door opening] DITHER: Hm? Oh, it’s you. ZECORA: I’ve heard rumors of dark magic beneath this roof, so I’ve come to assist you with the seeds of truth. Unless my eyes deceive, a cure for Cutie Pox you’d best receive. DITHER: Yeah, I’d meant to call for you… what day is it? Never mind. I already have a cutie mark in exotic botany, so just leave them there for m- ZECORA: The curing cannot be delayed; I fear I may already be too late. The seeds respond to spoken words, and will not grow if their rules are not observed. DITHER: Yeah, I got the gist of that a couple weeks ago. “The seeds of truth will,” uh... ZECORA: (quoting ancient wisdom) The seeds of truth can cure a host of ills, but only through their victim’s wills. Each seed will sprout when spoken to, if what the patient speaks is true - but in the cases hard and tough, a simple truth is not enough. One must tell truths of that they dread, and many choose their ills instead. DITHER: That’s… a lot smoother than my translation. ZECORA: No time for talk of what one reads - you must make haste and plant the seeds. DITHER: So I just… tell them the truth? ZECORA: You speak correct, but do not stop until the seeds should sprout and fruit should drop. I can see your condition is most unstable, so for your own sake be sure that these truths are painful. DITHER: Okay, and I just… stick them in the ground? Wait, are you leaving? ZECORA: To hear your truths is not my place. It would be better for you to save some face. [door closes]

The truth is that I’m not rapper Just a guy who wants the rafters To fill up with applause and laughter And don’t give a shit about the cost or the problems after The truth is that I’m barely lucid, I’m fairly stupid and don’t care for Cupid The truth is I might be alone forever And if I’m not it’s gonna kill my music Nine tenths of everything is worthless Nine tenths of what’s left you work with The last one percent has a purpose And one tenth of that final hundredth is perfect. That’s the ratio. The truth is I’m no real Horatio I tell stories so that folks will remember me And I want to live forever but essentially I’m lucky if I make it out this goddamn century The truth is I’m worried I’m a sociopath Because when I hear lots of bad news mostly I laugh And I relate way too much with bullied lonelies and hacks Maybe I got lots of empathy, I’m hoping it’s that I’m over the fact that I can’t keep ponies off my playlists And truth is I’m useless at holding conversations So people find me regularly hoarding my friends Because most folks are mundane and bore me to death The truth is I hate it when the sky’s blue I’d make it gray forever if I had the right to I’d rather live at night when there’ssuch a nice view And shut my blinds tight at the threat of any bright hues (32 out) And this isn’t an ascension story, The truth is I’m just awful at attention whoring Don’t mention glory, I’m more close to undone Only making songs cus I can’t leave them unsung The truth is that I grew up weak and gullible Nobody liked me so I learned to speak some subtle bull Trick them all, when breathing’s on the cusp of dull I don’t give two fucks bout being fleek or clubbable Just fuck it all - I can’t get my head right. The truth is I’m writing out the raps from a long list of deadlines The truth is I’m here cus of a broken condom and an incubator Less likely to exist than the next guy The truth is I’m not rapping I’m just mangling beats I might as well stop writing rhymes, start jangling keys Cus they’ll stare as much - bleaker nervousness The truth is I can’t seem to breach the epidermises Like when I look at people I can only glean the surfaces And have to wonder if the souls inside are screaming purposeless Life is on a timer to the last And we’ve each got a hundred milion eyes up on our backs From the other sperm that could’ve collided with the egg Not alighting if you beg, either fight em or collapse I’m not silent on these facts but nobody’s gonna hear em They might like it when I rap, but they won’t follow a theorem Desperate for truth like I’m swallowing the serum But truth is the music is awash in interference The truth is that I’m an impatient zero With room for superjacent weirdos And I need friends in my elusive box, just Straight solitude and intrusive thoughts nonlucid, lost, And at the worst I’ll be waking my neighbors At best if I work I’ll be replacing Replacer Embraced by the Vapors, and if I died today No one would ever figure out what I’d tried to say And I’m not special enough for it to matter but If necessity’s the mother then the truth is just a bastard son And as I stand shouting my insipid pablum It’s sprouting I’m staring it’s real big I back up And watch as it flowers, I wonder if it isn’t real From my standing vantage seems the plant could be the Yggdrasil Suddenly my house reeks of garbage And I see a branch where a heart shaped peach had started Then went black, shriveled up, turned bleak and hardened But it’s there, I step up closer to the tree and slowly reach my arm out

Guess I made it, Everybody’s smiling but me, I’m faded, Marks up off my arms like they faded Marks up out my arms and my playlist Like old dead paint, broke headstate Woke-en fate… I can’t I just can’t do it, I’m still... Sitting on the floor where I fell down after I ate it I’m… I’m just… I don’t even know. Missing. Selenoplexia and tachyphylaxis Bringin it Chechnya, actually fractious Dropped calefaction in hot abreaction Lost my compassion Don’t look at me like that. This was a mistake.

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LIBRARIAN: Welcome to the Lea! DITHER: Wh- ...Don’t I know you? LIBRARIAN: You blessed me with the gift of pluripotent talent! Look! [cutie mark appears] DITHER: Oh. Uh, shit. LIBRARIAN: Now I can see the future. You know you’re in the place of endings? DITHER: Yeah! I needed a destination for the end of the… What was it I was working on again? LIBRARIAN: The Lea is the place of endings, from which all souls and psychopomps depart the vulgar plane and leave their heart’s desires behind. Death stalks this forest. DITHER: Yeah, I remember something about that. Where is he? LIBRARIAN: He doesn’t need to come for you. Your story’s been over since the first time you came here. Now hold still. [grabs him] DITHER: Wh- hey, what are you- let go- LIBRARIAN: Physician, heal thyself. DITHER: Wait, but, what are you doing to - LIBRARIAN: I have to heal you. I have to give you back your talent, it’s why you came here. The world has to wake up to what it can be, but I can’t spread this myself, I’m not the right vector between the pox and the world. It has to be you. It’s your ending. [world ending] DITHER: But… but I don’t know if this is right or wrong now! I- I’m not ready! LIBRARIAN: (laughs) Who is? [a storm of cutie mark noises, SFX swell]

[Ditherer] Come back to Equestria, I’m something big, Tackle Miss Celestia with unctiousness, cut the shit Humming kid walking through the palace and the screams And the witch doctors dancing now to balance the disease That I’m spreading, in the absence of a king All the marks up on my arms will keep you kowtowing to me - Hour of the Beast Get it right, me and all my asshole fanatics Gonna make the city sanguine and apophlegmatic And they’re sending for the Mane 6, the last call for action Take the elements and break gems and blast off the magic Too bad I got some talents for combat And when I meet their challenge they’re gone fast for comrades Trying to escape in the night Too bad I got a talent specializing in flight Too bad I got a talent now in bioengineering So once my genes get deep into the water I can hear them. I’m not done. Clocks run backwards when I say it. The kid who sets the passwords in the Matrix. I’m blastin out the fakeness, blacking out the mages And passing out replacements. Hear fillies scream in dead languages, Lachrymator destiny marks earned in anguishment Pain is bliss, I had a plague and then I lost it Watch the city die in four stages of the process Like ponies wake up with glanders and gander And banter and plan and try scanning for answers But then they turn mean and nasty, start banding together Then quit just as fast like they all dance on a feather They wake up with the master ranks to join While we’re working to a saturation point Some of them go nuts and try to they lacerate your boy But with magic in the air what’s passed away rejoins I’m still working on the pungent smells And now they grow a new horn on their head every hundred spells Now they’re begging me to make them free subjects, well, That shit’s an oxymoron, like public health [Doodled] Paint a poignant picture. Feign indifference - Say the city merit bedlam. City set on fire with a shiver. I depict it with tints - All my limbs can deliver, 'Til I feel a new sensation - A crude temptation. Like booze and fate it's A rude fixation - Mental cessation. Must prove I have patience. (No time for complacence, It's time that you sate it!) No! Stop! Leave me alone! My hind and my id's got a mind of its own! I'm bursting at the seams, I think I've lost control. It's a lurching dream; Think I'm leaving my soul; I've detached - Gone and left my conscious zone. Can see myself doing shit I wouldn't call my own. At my core feelin' shoddy - How can I atone? Knock my door like my body - There's nobody home. [Ditherer] Forty days past my providing them the keys The abandoned running rampant on survivors in the streets Leave em diving into heat with a cypher kinda beat And eliding all the writing, turn my life into a dream That I’m walking through, smear contagion A raw pone sawbones with zero patients Revere no claimants of the climacterics Just repeat the stamtents of equine hysterics Leave all life embarrassed as it’s cut down, come loud Counting my demerits in a bum lounge, spun round Snap my damn fingers in abhorrence of the sun And get a brand new mark in making morning never come I been hoarding seventh sons for the mana And use em to record as heaven drums the hosannas Wondrous phantom, make infectious miasma Giving all the needy ones some freebie injections of plasma [Acarcion] Figments of my imagination Creations anticipating And rearranging my thoughts Talents from naught A pox drought, sought From a man named Plague that walks Death trots from behind Villainous and trained To make others want to bring pain A conquest of lives Ripe for taking Wars work wonders To preserve dark hungers Only fed by each kill count Equaling a tattoo of skilled amount First victim Killed by a homerun Head done in once Then twice to create A second hearty plate Popped his wife for third Then punted the dog in reserve To give my master What he deserved Next talent, next victim A slim waitress or somethin’ Details hazey from berry rum But she sure was berry fun Got her so drunk She could barely run And by the time she was screaming I was barely done Specially tied to grape vines For me to decide and provide A way off this pony ride She was a sprayer In between her hips and throat slits A real wet bitch Then new talent Made cleaning it no hitch Observation was next Made me realize I was Not the only one blessed By recent events Each step plague walked Made a following of monks That killed and maimed In dedication To receive talents So amazing I seeked out these few That saw the truth But their devotion was lacking They didn’t see my view Thousands dying We’d become gods No lying Standing above all Them trying To bring us down To crash and fall Only a step below the blesser The first horseman of this apocalypse Of pastel pony greatness Or some shit Who knew frilly gay colorful ponies Could command a whole country Into a state of purge For the strong to diverge And bring the hurt And this is just the first In a long list of curses Proving humanity worthless The next evolution Carried by a Typhoid Mary [Ditherer] Now we can grow up, see how the mares grin Pox has taken care of all the hideously bare skin And animals are going too, soon we’ll get some Marks up on our arms to break immortal truth Find time, distance and death and unbind them My mind’s eye isn’t a breath from fun violence And rain doesn’t fall now, just dirtier moisture One of my hundred eyes is out observing destroyers As I come upon the last immune holdout with choice words At this point I’m holy and the world is my cloister So let’s knock it down, call harmony Pangaea And tear it apart, errant heart leak like sangria Breaking out of fate, marks will aid in our escape Peep the multiverse, madponies make it out the gate Doing what Nature should, multicolored pounds of flesh Equestria’s a house of death, there goes the neighborhood

FiNALLY AND ABOUT TIME TOO IT'S THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE PONY RAP CREW HIS BARS SO HOT IT ISN'T FUNNY CAN MAKE A WAIFUFAG CRY OUT FOR MUMMY CAN PICK UP A SIREN WITH RELATIVE EASE MAKES FUCKING FISH FEEL SUCH A BREEZE D.F. - DITHERER D.F. - DITHERER IS HERE!