https://ditherer.bandcamp.com/album/interregnum-ep https://twitter.com/DitherFuss Lyrics Bard from the east coast I keep it freaky til I’m barred from the east coast I got a lot of old bars in a sweet coat Horsemeat getting carved up in a neat boast, weaks don’t eat tho Work for the love so the larva can feed, bro Golden Dawn crew, I don’t harvest, I reap, ho Any kids mouthing off to me should have a deep throat Bars are too large for the margins of each flow That’s a joke about the Fermat format Just like you’re a joke, only played by your buds And if you ever tried to rap a verse on horseback You get thrown off with your face in the mud, done Drop lines like a dropship, dimes in a moshpit Die in my office revising my offerings - Eyes on my watch when you rhyme, you obnoxious I grind on my songs while you grind on the crotchtits Shitty rappers in my view now Shitty rappers only fucking with the viewcounts Looking like we got a few now Kick it like John Madden, all these faggots getting moonbound High score in the game and they lost it You’ll be a lot more safe playin possum Or else I’ll fuck up your face like Jay Fosgitt Look, here’s a tape! Whoops, I may’ve dropped it. Try to be honest, insightful, immodest, I waifu the goddess and write til it’s flawless When white dudes are bombing on mics and they nauseous They whine like “C’mon” and I’m like “Dude, I got this.” I start the beat and all the pones get on it and All you fucks have got a dealer, I got Rome Silvanus and All you fucks have got a beef and I got no more problems All you fucks have got your demons I got pones to solve em J Free with no JF - Andy’ll do the business Ditherer the rap game Tandy Computer Whiz Kid Ditherer the rap game Tandy Computer Whiz Kid Ditherer the rap game Yelling at Cats! I drop bombs on a Sunday, Got more shit up on my plate than your moms at a buffet And most mans don’t care what the art brings Tryna throw hands and I tear out their heartstrings I spend too much time on hip touching And when I’m sued, change my name to Miss Budget Fudgin’, numbers Dithy meddle the biz Call my whole porn folder a pretty kettle of fish Never storytelling you’re just speaking thoughts Never storytelling when you rap, kid, you’re weak and soft I worked my way into the Fimfic feature box Worked into the motherfucking feature box, eat my cock You say when I rap I shouldn’t think about ponies I can’t fit it to the beat, and I stink and I’m lonely, And my fans all shrink at my phonemes, but they trouble Dith For more after a double disc - thinking emoji. Dith Fuss, the best at books and art Plus better at chess than Rooks Rampart Scrubs getting divested - hooks and bars Fuck veteran guests, I book land wars Push head of the rest, you too damn sparse Good riddance to tests, I took fan’s hearts Come lit as the best who cook grand bars Rush victims to death like hook hand car - door.