Have you ever a corpse? How an exquisite one? about Frankenstein's monster Now think fun getting it, good! Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a We add our piece Now, what kind of beast we made? find out!
[Verse 1: I woke up to a bloodshot sky overlords goosestep by Shoulda listened when we had the to try And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!" Lately it's been harder to
survive Since the started to Ban American from being 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 that "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 deserts out in Until my horse collapsed in the scorched sand I to myself heart and soul I'd crawl across this dead world for garlic rolls 2: Dumbfoundead] Yo, kid, let go of the horse Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red Eat something homie, you look bony and Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail? Remember back in school, that stupid computer game? You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame Dying of Don't climb to the I'ma take you where the hive resistance be a colony of people are out there A garden full of veggies, even garlic they sprout Leader General Bieber who be running shit there a way to end the drought, bring out the swimwear Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises started dancing, even grown folk joined in Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air But was boiling and as hot as solar
3: Grieves] Ooowee, that a bitch? Nobody believed it til the wave hit The ground started shaking and the sky red (Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Justin is dead) No! God damn, another one Colonies of people living the ground Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was They fight for mankind and the of porn (let's go!) Back on the surface teeters wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders Fearing the reaper You're either gonna get or beat with a pay meter This is real homie, dog eat dog More like robot clown man and whole squad Graffiti on the wall "there is no god" But there is still homemade vodka, and cool
4: Wax] Homemade vodka, pour a shot up I swill it I'm the only left who remembers how to distill it It's the most product in the underground economy So I'm the most popular person in my underground All the resistance leaders they shots down In my bar after they fight the clowns As of they've been stressed and depressed Cause the chances of us winning are less and less We lost the captain of the human Morale is really low and a lot of are starving I'm wondering how this all happened Is even real or am I just on acid? The are advancing down I use the word "down" they're coming underground that sound? It's kinda loud Holy shit! There are right now!
[Verse 5: Vida] down 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 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 starve than be So I put barbed wire slabs on the That should buy us some to plan our defenses Pick up the chairs and trash off the floor 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 Fill the trash cans to the brim with the When the robots break in, the mints
in the soda See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt their If it don't work though, my next plan cannot We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too drunk to pain Spark up a flame and turn the bottles remain into Molotov cocktails I've had it with you clowns, I've limit You may have killed my captain, but I'm the 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, that's not a robot, it's Iggy Azalea hid up in the bar to learn about who we are Then report to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars Oh shit, quick! Hit her with fuckin duck-tape She came to sing-rap & give us all some fades Lo-fi beats transmittin autotune Help! She's inside my head and I don't
I am immune repo-d, I think 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 meddle
it puttin the peddle into it Now we taking over the tempo and it gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im Who comin with the 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 Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin postal Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some blowholes
[Verse 7: Diggs] whoa whoa, hold up cash You see I'm trimming my up I heard all these 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 ready to on these haters, let's go But you drive cause you already know That apocalypse or not I'm behind the wheel 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 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 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 find a they've got to know who we are First we us Chinaka in case we need some muscle Or reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate hustle Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, follow our car wherever we go Let's lead em out to Napa and let em 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 Make room for ya
fam, I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my 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 purple, people running on vapors I mean the Tribune been gone, I gon read it in the papers Nothing's all that different, been the same for black When apocalyptic breakfast revelation dinners The been out The water of flint 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 some piper R up out the trunk this scraper Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and Lure these stupid on a goose chase Use already up in my suitcase I got a whole jones for this open And my flow so we don't need AC I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose Bet you knows how to make us free A Olamina in Trumped up world A black woman still being called girl But the only constant is change So let's get the supplies and leave up out our bay Got the earthquake kit and six of gas Got Diggs in the and Raf in the back Got this passenger seat
and the last of sweets Go north Daveed, just gun it til country Do it moving fluid like turfin with It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe It's the water water and an instrumental tap, let's go They'll get behind us I mean half of em hybrid but of them wind-ups We got nothing but power we got but time I got new beats and Music of My Mind Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste left in Calistoga but one popped bubble We got just two dudes and just one Nak, Like how the hell we repopulate The two of and me that's like actual insanity Like eww, 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 want to die! I hum under my breath as I death in the quiet depths of the bunker I was when I came to after Dumbfoundead Brought me to the battered base underground we hunkered down the summer 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 each other Pickpocketed the and we plundered A visitor from the surface stole a roll from Dave and Busters And I butchered the buster in his just 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 me with the sharped end of my plunger Now me and Grieves in a shallow grave Next to J Biebs and Azalea's
pale butt That I rest my upon for my perpetual slumber We frail and wretched kvetch and curtains, my days 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 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 sipping red, red wine