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Have you seen a corpse?
How about an one?
Think about monster
Now think fun
getting it, good!
Johnny starts a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a hand
We each add our
Now, what kind of beast have we
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
Robot overlords by
Shoulda listened we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's getting harder to
 survive
Since the started to
Ban American refugees from being a damn part of the Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a bill he borrow
Babbling shit about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, there's still a Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off from the deserts out in
Until my thirsty collapsed in the scorched sand
I to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl across this dead for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you bony and frail
Now why the would you take the Oregon Trail?
back in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't to the enemy
I'ma take you underground the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A garden full of veggies, even garlic sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
Soon as we up we heard drilling noises
started dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't that a
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people under the ground
Rallied the clowns, a resistance was born
They fight for mankind and the of porn (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
is real shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and squad
on the wall says "there is no god"
But there is homemade vodka, and that's cool

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up I swill it
I'm the only person left who remembers how to it
the most popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most person in my underground colony
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 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 even real or am I just on
The are advancing down
I use the "down" cause they're coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't wink
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a decent
So if we lose this bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
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
Stack em up on the front door to jam up
the
Ain't got but we still might be saved
I just found fifty diet cans and some breath mints
the trash cans to the brim with the cola
When the break in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
mess up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it work though, my next plan cannot fail
We the vodka—shot after shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may have my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
Wait just a
That no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
6: Rafael Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's Iggy 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 transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my and I don't think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in 
I am weeping at the seams
my dreams of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is up on the track
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we taking over the and tunin it
Never 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
Headed to the dojo, got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put barrel into some fuckin blowholes

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm trimming my up
I all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck
I comb the out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better drive cause you already
That 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 bottle up this kombucha I've been 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 and find a civilization they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we some muscle
Or some reason, or other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping something all of monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, 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 no time for that shit
Hold up, 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 you this McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking it's the the world?
I on Pinterest tending to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, people running on
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, the same for black women
When apocalyptic follows revelation dinners
The been out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the bodies had
No bombs over Baghdad, drones with grenades
When life gives us citrus we learn to drop
So okay shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the this scraper
Do the end of the styling in our fitteds and gators
these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for open road
And my flow so cold we need AC
I fo' no doze, I'll read this formal prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Olamina in Trumped up world
A black magic woman still being called
But the only constant is holmes
So let's get the supplies and leave up out our bay
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got Diggs in the and Raf in the back
Got this passenger the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfin iDummy
the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
get tired behind us
I mean half of em but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got Kwudi's new beats and of My Mind
left in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate
left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of and me that's like actual insanity
Like eww, that's really guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country with nothing

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the
But then winter came and the flame that we tended to flickered to
And the few of us living to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted each
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now me and Grieves in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous
That I my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one certainty gives me comfort
I made a yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I might 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 token of a broken
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in working on
Tomorrow sipping red, red