Look, man. I’m all pieces and bits from manufactured kits. My heart isn’t a heart but it’s an engine, steaming and whirring with chilly intention. My brain isn’t even a brain! It’s a computer that clicks and bleeps and ticks and sleeps and keeps me going. No hormones up in my head. There’s no blood no flesh and no bone. I’m a robot. A rappin’ robot, which is pretty wicked, but feelings are what I’ve been omitted.