(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
Dank stuff I wish I knew about back when Spike was active under that name. Heavy experimentation in fruitful directions, a serious approach to making original music, and a very slight tie to fandom. Ditherer the Fussbudget
Next level storytelling, in general the best concept album I've ever heard, and replete with Sin's usual multi-heavy surrealist approach to writing and Grimm fable plotting. Ditherer the Fussbudget