[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