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

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda listened we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's getting harder to
 survive
Since the Hive to
Ban American refugees from being a damn 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 deserts out in
Until my thirsty horse collapsed in the sand
I promised to heart and soul
I'd crawl across this world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the hell would you the Oregon Trail?
back in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You known better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
climb to the enemy
I'ma you underground where the hive resistance be
a colony of people are out there
A garden of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader Bieber who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The ground shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Justin is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North 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 robot clown eats man and whole squad
on the wall says "there is no god"
But is still homemade vodka, and that's cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a up then 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 popular person in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders throw shots down
In my bar after fight the robot clowns
As of late they've stressed and depressed
Cause the of us winning are becoming less and less
We lost the captain of the army
Morale is really low and a lot of people are
I'm still how this all happened
Is this real or am I just on acid?
The clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" cause they're coming
Wait—what's that sound? kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a decent
So darned if we lose bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve be boozeless
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 to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we might be saved
I found fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim the cola
When the robots in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the after shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that into Molotov cocktails
I've had it you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you us
Wait a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
6: Rafael Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, just Iggy Azalea
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She to sing-rap & 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 keepin the G code
Only way to it is doublin up on the track
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
Just the peddle into it
Now we taking over the and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser ruin it, so I'm inducing it
em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay bout to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Diggs]
whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap are really down to fuck
I the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm to ride on these haters, let's go
But you drive cause you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm the wheel my black ass is sure
gonna get stopped
And we ain't got the time and the tags are
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 porch
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 and find a civilization they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some
Or some reason, or anything other than our hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping something all of monsters know
a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to and let em gentrify that bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no for that shit
Hold up, go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get seat
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my
Now what the fuck you talking it's the the world?
I been on Pinterest to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, running on vapors
I mean the Tribune gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for women
apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation dinners
The been out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones with
When life gives us citrus we learn to drop
So okay fellas we get in formation?
some pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
Lure stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole for this open road
And my flow so we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to us free
A Lauren Olamina in Trumped up
A black woman still being called girl
But the only constant is change
So get the supplies 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 this passenger the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it moving fluid like turfin with
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
It's the forty water water and an tap, let's go
They'll get behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of them
We got but power we got nothing 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 two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the we repopulate humanity
The two of and me that's like actual insanity
eww, that's really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine with nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded I came to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted other
Pickpocketed the weak and we
A visitor the surface stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I the buster in his sleep just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's humungous butt
That I rest my head upon for my slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me comfort
I a living yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a token of a time
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine