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Have you seen a corpse?
How about an one?
Think about Frankenstein's
Now think fun
getting it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. you lend a hand
We each add our
Now, what kind of 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 Science Guy told us "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting harder to

Since the started to
Ban American refugees 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 said that "legend has it, there's a Baja Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off the deserts out in Portland
Until my horse collapsed in the scorched sand
I promised to myself heart and
I'd crawl across dead world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
crying, need a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you look bony and
Now why the hell would you take the Trail?
Remember in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you to
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you underground the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of are out there
A garden of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
as we pulled up we heard 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 solar

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't that a
Nobody it til the first wave hit
The ground shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
against the clowns, a resistance was born
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
Fearing the great
either gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and squad
on the wall says "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and cool

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, a shot up then I swill 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 popular person in my underground colony
All the leaders they throw shots down
In my bar they fight the robot 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 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 on acid?
The clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" cause they're underground
Wait—what's that It's kinda loud
shit! There they are right now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, is no time to be a fink
We can beat clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've ten men this week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a decent
So darned if we lose this bar to useless zombie bastards
I'd starve than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That buy us some time to plan 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 grenades but we might be saved
I just found fifty diet coke cans and breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim with the
When the robots break in, toss the the soda
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt their
If it don't 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 into cocktails
I've had it you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I let you terrorize us
Wait just a
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, it's just Iggy
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then back to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all undercut fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I think 
I 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 everyone get up and meddle
 it
Just puttin the 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 it, deuces im dippin
Who comin the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
These robots we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Diggs]
whoa whoa, hold up cash
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 out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm to ride on these haters, let's go
But you better drive cause you know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the my black ass is sure
gonna get stopped
And we ain't got the time and the tags are
You how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've been planning this for a minute, seen the on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we need muscle
Or some reason, or anything other our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow something all of these monsters know
a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em that bitch up
Start the car—no, are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
Hold up, go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
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 the end
of 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 been gone, I ain't gon read it in the
Nothing's all that different, been the same for women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation
The been out
The water of flint
Exquisite corpses laying the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones grenades
When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk this
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
Lure these mufuckas on a goose chase
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for open road
And my so cold we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll this formal prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in up world
A black magic woman 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 seat
and the last of sweets
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfin with
the bay moves we learned as natives 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 of them wind-ups
We got nothing but we got nothing but time
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of y'all and me that's actual insanity
Like eww, really gross guys
like, not Diggs, and not Rafa
Not nobody else, just it styling in wine country with nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the quiet depths of the
I was confounded when I came to Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the
But then winter came and the flame that we tended to to nothing
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 each other
the weak and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll from and Busters
And I butchered the 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 Dumb stuck me the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and in a shallow grave
Next to J and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my upon for my perpetual slumber
We and wretched kvetch and wail
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me
I made a living 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 token of a broken
And there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow sipping red, red