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Have you seen a corpse?
How about an one?
Think about monster
Now think fun
You're it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. you lend a hand
We each add our
Now, what of beast have we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda listened when we had the to try
And Bill the Science Guy told us "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's getting harder to
 survive
Since the Hive to
Ban American from being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum me for a bill he could borrow
some shit about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said "legend has it, there's still a Baja Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off from the out in Portland
my thirsty horse collapsed in the scorched sand
I to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl across this dead for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Trail?
back in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of are out there
A garden full of veggies, even they sprout there
General Bieber who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children started dancing, even grown folk in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, ain't a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living under the
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They fight for mankind and the existence of (let's go!)
on the surface life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North beavers
Creepers and face feeders
the great reaper
You're gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
is real shit homie, dog eat dog
More robot clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the wall "there is no god"
But is still homemade vodka, and that's cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up I swill it
I'm the only person left who remembers how to it
It's the most popular product in the economy
So I'm the most popular person in my colony
All the resistance leaders they shots down
In my bar after they fight the robot
As of they've been stressed and depressed
Cause the of us winning are becoming less and less
We lost the of the human army
Morale is low and a lot of people are starving
I'm still wondering how this all
Is this even or am I just on acid?
The clowns are down
I use the word "down" they're coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? kinda loud
Holy shit! they are right now!

5: Adam Vida]
Calm soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can these clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've ten men this week, I can't sleep
a wink
But the last place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That should buy us time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the
Stack em up on the front door to jam entrance
Ain't got grenades but we might be saved
I just found fifty diet coke cans and breath mints
the trash cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt circuitry
If it don't though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov
I've had it with you clowns, reached
my limit
You may have my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you us
Wait just a
That ain't no robot zombie, man, the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, just Iggy Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to about who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She to sing-rap & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin telepathic
Help! She's inside my head and I don't 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
Forfeiting my dreams of the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and everyone get up and mean it
puttin the peddle into it
Now we taking over the and tunin it
gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im
Who comin the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin
Bay boys bout to put this barrel some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap are really down to fuck
I comb the pistols out the fro and sitting on the table
And there's two out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to on these haters, let's go
But you better drive cause you know
That apocalypse or not when I'm the wheel my black ass is sure
gonna get stopped
And we ain't got the and the tags are expired
You know how it is, I am not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha I've been on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our
I've been planning this for a minute, the writing on the walls
If we survive and a civilization they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we some muscle
Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for that
up, there go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get seat
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this McShake and the end Hansen
Now what the you talking it's the end
of the world?
I on Pinterest tending to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is purple, people running on vapors
I the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation
The been out
The water of flint
Exquisite laying where the bodies had been
No bombs Baghdad, just drones with grenades
When life gives us citrus we learn to Lemonade
So okay fellas shall we get in
Bump pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this road
And my flow so we don't need AC
I fo' no doze, I'll read this formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren Olamina in up world
A black woman still being called girl
But the only constant is change
So let's get the supplies and up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got Diggs in the and Raf in the back
Got this passenger the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it moving like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as gon keep us safe
It's the forty water water and an instrumental tap, go
get tired behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got Kwudi's new beats and Music of My
Nothing in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing left in but one popped bubble
We got just two and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like actual
Like eww, that's really guys
like, not Diggs, and not Rafa
Not nobody else, just it styling in wine country with nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we tended to flickered to
And the few of us resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bitterly and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head upon for my slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one certainty gives me comfort
I a living yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a time
And maybe there's survivors on the in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine