Cyborg(s)

[Intro]
This one
Weird series of words
If I wanted to make sense, I would write a fucking article

[Verse 1: Mars Bremen]
Be apathy into me
Black sapling token don’t even belong in a graveyard
I don’t believe in myself like you don’t believe in God
And accounting for the marque [?]
Fat guy fingers a gutter ball eyeing the scoreboard
In a library I quit reading the books but stayed three Adderall [?]
Maybe should switch from sit-ups to crunches
Keep pursuing hunches like a grocery shopping stoner with the munches
Hopelessness and romance go together like a man-child in the mindset that will let him float forever
Go together like a man-child in the mindset that will let him float forever

[Verse 2: Offsite]
Feel implicated
These are marks insinuating involvement
Inadequates matter right from the pulpit of failure
Obsessing over the daily
Worked at [?] through the sounds of din and gin-drinkin’
I’ve been thinking ‘bout what is called peril
All the difference between thoughts wide and thoughts narrow
The difference between what’s love and what is lust
What gives, takes, bends or becomes bust
Trust is no longer a corner, I’m in a cut
Got these brittle bones are playing obsolete cell phones
Cells lying dormant that will import cancer
Well poor planner and a scanner darkly and Tom Hardy making phone calls to fix partings
Pardon me, I’m part cyborg
Room through cartoons, broomsticks to tri-force
High horse derived from privilege praise
Gaze stuck in a haze instructing its own maid
What if these drone days all that we have left?

[Verse 3: Dunzo Donalds]
It’s a disaster
I’m back from the wack simulacra’s
Them fabulous actors that pass as attractive
Disaster I snatch like tarantula branches
Have me frantic in the rafters to catch them
Disaster I’m back for the plaque with the lack of adhering to peers not an actual factor ‘cause
Dun’s among the fastest of rappers
I’m changing my name to the half-slinging slasher
And after I gas ‘em with laughter, have to change paths once the cats got it backwards
At bath then I smash it then pass it
Invented for a casual dastardly bastard
Disaster a system [?] craft [?]
Yackety yack for [?], I’m back here, hmmm
I cackle with laughter
The jester is after the pasture, the raptar
Reptar, centaur, capturing astral projection
Intentions are larger than gastrol
Disaster an anthem, just snatch ‘em and grab ‘em
We asking then grappling to fathom the answers
Disaster I lack the incidental path then I have to run faster
Yes, I’m comin’ at ya ‘cause
Dun’s among the fastest of rappers
I’m changing my name to the half-slinging slasher

[Outro]
These raps are not composed of if/then reasoning
It’s just then, then, then, then, then
It’s just all aftermath
Aftermathematics