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Have you ever seen a
How about an exquisite
Think about monster
Now about fun
getting it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. you lend a hand
We add our piece
Now, what of beast have we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I up Sunday to a bloodshot sky
Robot overlords by
listened when we had the juice
 to try
And the Science Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
it's been getting harder to
 survive
Since the Hive to
Ban American refugees from a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a 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
Until my thirsty collapsed in the scorched sand
I promised to myself heart and
I'd crawl this dead world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the would you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't to the enemy
take you underground where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A garden of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running shit down
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
started dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot the air
But was boiling and as hot as solar

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, 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!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild packs of American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the reaper
You're either get eaten or beat with a pay meter
is real shit homie, dog eat dog
More like clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the says "there is no god"
But is still homemade vodka, and that's cool

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

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can these clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've lost ten men week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those zombie bastards
I'd rather starve than be
So I put barbed wire on the fences
That should buy us time to plan our defenses
Pick up the and trash cans off the floor
Stack em up on the front door to jam up
the
Ain't got grenades but we still might be
I just found fifty diet coke cans and breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the with the cola
When the robots break in, the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and their circuitry
If it work though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached
my
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, the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Azalea
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the captain of the attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some fuckin
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 am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
my dreams of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is up on the track
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just puttin the into it
Now we taking over the tempo and it
Never gone let a lesser ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who with the kid? I'm out
to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay bout to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to
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 on these haters, let's go
But you better drive cause you know
apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough gonna get
And we got the time and the tags are expired
You know how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek
Whoa, stop, lemme up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our
I've been this for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization they've got to who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some
Or some reason, or anything other our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping all of these monsters know
a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, there's no time for that shit
up, there go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get back
Make for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you it's the end
of the world?
I been on tending to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows dinners
The lights out
The water of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the bodies had
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
When life gives us we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk this
Do the end of the styling 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 cold we need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll this formal prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A black magic woman being called girl
But the only is change holmes
So get the supplies and leave up out our bay homes
Got the earthquake kit and six of gas
Got Diggs in the driver and Raf in the
Got passenger seat
and the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til wine
Do it moving like turfin with iDummy
the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
get tired behind us
I mean of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got but time
I got Kwudi's new and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of y'all and me like actual insanity
Like eww, really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country with else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the quiet of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to after
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered the summer
But then winter came and the flame we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bitterly and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
we hunted 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 me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my
Now it's me and in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous
That I rest my head upon for my perpetual
We frail and wretched and wail
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me comfort
I made a yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine