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

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
Robot goosestep by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And the Science Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting to
 survive
Since the Hive 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 shit about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, there's 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 horse collapsed in the scorched
I promised to heart and soul
I'd across this dead world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you look and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that stupid computer
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you underground where the resistance be
Apparently a of people are out there
A full of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
Soon as we pulled up we heard noises
Children started dancing, even folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't a bitch?
believed it til the first wave hit
The started shaking 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 resistance was
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and feeders
the great reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or with a pay meter
This is real 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

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

5: Adam Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
We can beat clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a
But the last place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve than be
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That should buy us some time to our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the
em up on the front door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got but we still might be saved
I just found fifty coke cans and some 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 em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til too drunk to feel pain
up a flame and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached
my
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you us
just a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, not a robot, it's just Iggy Azalea
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 am immune
Been repo-d, I I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the seams
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
Just puttin the peddle 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, im dippin
Who with the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols in his fro though
These robots think bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Diggs]
whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck
I the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up
I'm to ride on these haters, let's go
But you better cause you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the 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 to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha I've brewing on the back porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've planning 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 some muscle
Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
Hold up, there go Nak there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get back
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking it's the the world?
I been on Pinterest tending to the end curls
I mean the sky is always purple, people running on
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 follows revelation dinners
The been out
The water smelling of
Exquisite corpses laying where the had been
No over Baghdad, just drones with grenades
When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas shall we get in
some pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a goose
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a jones for this open road
And my so cold we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in 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 earthquake kit and six of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til wine
Do it moving fluid turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as gon keep us safe
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of them
We got nothing but power we got but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate
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 actual insanity
Like eww, that's really guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it in wine country with nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was when I came to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the
But then winter came and the flame that we to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted each
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A from the surface stole a garlic roll 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 and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous
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 remaining certainty gives me
I made a yelling my opinions loudly
I might matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a of a broken time
And there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow sipping red, red