Have you ever seen a How an exquisite one? Think Frankenstein's monster Now about fun You're it, good! starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a hand We add our piece Now, kind of beast have we made? Let's out!
[Verse 1: I up Sunday to a bloodshot sky overlords goosestep by Shoulda listened when we had the to try And Bill the Guy told us that "the end is Nye!" it's been getting harder to
survive Since the started to Ban refugees from being a damn part of the
People's Republic of Antarctica A bum begged me for a he could borrow Babbling some shit about "there's a tomorrow" He said that "legend has it, there's still a Baja 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 this dead world for those garlic rolls 2: Dumbfoundead] Yo, kid, let go of the dead crying, need a ride? Hop in my red Porsche Eat homie, you look bony and frail Now why the hell would you the Oregon Trail? Remember in grade school, that stupid computer game? You shoulda known better, now no one but you to blame Dying of Don't climb to the I'ma take you underground where the resistance be a colony of people are out there A garden full of veggies, even garlic they there Leader General Bieber who be running shit there Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear Soon as we up we heard drilling noises Children started dancing, even grown folk in a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air But was boiling and as hot as flares
3: Grieves] Ooowee, that a bitch? believed it til the first wave hit The ground started and the sky went red (Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead) No! God damn, one down of people living under the ground Rallied against the clowns, a was born They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!) on the surface life teeters Avoiding wild packs of North American and face feeders the great reaper You're either get eaten or beat with a pay meter This is shit homie, dog eat dog More robot clown eats man and whole squad Graffiti on the wall "there is no god" But there is still homemade vodka, and 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 underground So I'm the most person in my underground colony All the leaders they throw shots down In my bar after they the robot clowns As of late been stressed and depressed Cause the chances of us winning are less and less We lost the captain of the human Morale is low and a lot of people are starving I'm still wondering how all happened Is this even real or am I just on The are advancing down I use the word "down" they're coming underground Wait—what's sound? It's kinda loud Holy shit! There are right now!
[Verse 5: Vida] Calm down soldier, this is no to be a fink We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to I've ten men this week, I can't sleep
a wink But this the last place on earth a guy can get a decent So darned if we lose this bar to those useless zombie I'd starve than be boozeless So I put barbed wire slabs on the That should buy us some to plan our defenses up the chairs and trash cans off the floor Stack em up on the front door to jam entrance Ain't got grenades but we might be saved I just fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints Fill the trash to the brim with the cola When the robots break in, toss the mints
in the See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly It'll mess up wiring and disrupt their 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 cocktails I've had it with you clowns, reached
my limit You may have killed my captain, but I'm the And I let you terrorize us just a minute That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?! [Verse 6: Casal] Adam! Ahhh! I mean to scare ya Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Iggy Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are Then report back to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some duck-tape She came to & give us all some undercut fades Lo-fi beats transmittin autotune Help! She's inside my head and I don't think
I am Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep
I am weeping at the Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the G code Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the Any and get up and meddle
mean it Just puttin the into it Now we over the tempo and tunin it Never gone let a lesser lemon it, so I'm inducing it Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin Who comin with the I'm out Headed to the dojo, Diggs got hidden in his fro though These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme loko And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm postal Bay boys bout to put barrel into some fuckin blowholes
[Verse 7: Diggs] Whoa whoa whoa, hold up 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 they're sitting on the And there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully up LeSabre I'm ready to ride on haters, let's go But you better drive you already know That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the my black ass is sure Enough gonna get And we ain't got the time and the 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 brewing on the back Grab the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our I've been planning this for a minute, seen the on the walls If we survive and find a civilization they've got to who we are First we swoop us Chinaka in we need some muscle Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle Then we through the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters know Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car we go Let's em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up Start the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any Or a McFlurry, there's no time for that shit Hold up, there go Nak there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!
[Verse 8: Chinaka Ay Raf get back Make room for ya
fam, I'll give you this and the end of
my Hansen Now what the fuck you talking the end
of the world? I been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my I the sky is always purple, people running on vapors I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon it in the papers all that different, been the same for black women When apocalyptic breakfast follows dinners The been out The water smelling of Exquisite corpses laying where the had been No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade So fellas shall we get in formation? Bump pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and Lure these mufuckas on a goose chase Use whatever's up in my suitcase I got a whole for this open road And my flow so cold we don't AC I fo' no doze, I'll read this formal prose Bet you Butler knows how to make us A Lauren in Trumped up world A black magic woman still being girl But the only constant is change So let's get the and leave up out our bay homes Got the kit and six gallons of gas Got in the driver and Raf in the back Got passenger seat
and the last of these sweets Go Daveed, just gun it til wine country Do it fluid like turfin with iDummy It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go They'll get tired us I mean of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups We got nothing but we got nothing but time I got Kwudi's new beats and Music of My Nothing left in Napa but the of the grapes No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble Like how the hell we repopulate The two of y'all and me that's like insanity Like eww, that's gross guys like, not Diggs, and not Rafa Not nobody else, just doing it styling in country with nothing else
9: Watsky] Red red wine, I don't to die! I hum under my breath as I death in the quiet depths of the bunker I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead Brought me to the battered base where we hunkered down the summer But then winter and the flame that we tended to flickered to nothing And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like and lumber We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger Sickened we hunted each the weak and we plundered A visitor from the surface stole a roll from Dave and Busters And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to his fingers for butter But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes
from my dung Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me the sharped end of my plunger Now it's me and in a shallow grave Next to J Biebs and
pale humungous butt That I my head upon for my perpetual 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 made a living my opinions loudly I might matter if I drew a crowd, see Now, my lily on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine me Nothing is to be mine I'm a of a broken time And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on Tomorrow red, red wine