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

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
Robot overlords by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately been getting harder to
 survive
the Hive 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 said that "legend has it, still a Baja Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off the deserts out in Portland
Until my thirsty collapsed in the scorched sand
I promised to myself and soul
I'd crawl across this dead world for those rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you bony and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Oregon
Remember back in grade school, that stupid game?
You known better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
climb to the enemy
I'ma take you underground where the resistance be
Apparently a of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, even garlic they sprout
Leader Bieber who be running shit down there
a way to end the drought, bring out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we heard drilling
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't that a
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The ground shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people living under the
against the clowns, a resistance was born
They fight for mankind and the existence of (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're either get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is shit 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 popular in the underground economy
So I'm the popular person in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders they throw down
In my bar after they the robot clowns
As of they've been stressed and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are becoming and less
We lost the of the human army
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm still how this all happened
Is this even or am I just on acid?
The clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" cause coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? It's loud
Holy shit! they are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
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 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 rather starve be boozeless
So I put barbed wire on the fences
should buy us some time 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 grenades but we still be saved
I just found fifty coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim the cola
When the robots break in, toss the mints
in the
See the blast won't hurt em but get em wet certainly
mess up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain 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 no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's Iggy Azalea
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 fuckin
She to sing-rap & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my and I don't 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
way to outrun it is doublin up on the track
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
Just puttin the into it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm it
em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some
And let me borrow Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some fuckin

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa whoa, up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly 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 up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on haters, let's go
But you better drive you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm the wheel my black ass is sure
gonna get stopped
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 robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha I've brewing on the back porch
Grab the out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've been planning for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization got to know who we are
First we swoop us in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle
we roll through the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for that
Hold up, there go Nak there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get seat
Make for ya
fam, friend
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 Pinterest tending to the end curls
I mean the sky is always purple, people running on
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the
Nothing's all that different, the same for black women
When breakfast follows revelation dinners
The lights out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
When life gives us we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk scraper
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a chase
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this open
And my flow so cold we don't AC
I fo' no doze, I'll read this formal prose
Bet you knows how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in up world
A black magic still being called girl
But the constant is change holmes
So get the supplies 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, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid turfin with iDummy
It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the forty water water and an instrumental tap, go
get tired behind us
I half of em hybrid but most 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 discriminate
left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like insanity
Like eww, really gross guys
like, not Diggs, and not Rafa
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country with nothing

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't 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 where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we 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
we hunted each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to lick his fingers for
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 rest my head for my perpetual slumber
We and wretched kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one certainty gives me comfort
I made a living yelling my loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a token of a time
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
sipping red, red wine