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

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
Robot goosestep by
listened when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting to
 survive
Since the Hive to
Ban refugees from being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum me for a bill he could borrow
Babbling some shit about "there's 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 from the out in Portland
Until my thirsty collapsed in the scorched sand
I promised to myself heart and
I'd crawl across this world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that stupid game?
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't to the enemy
I'ma you underground 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 down
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we heard noises
started dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as solar

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 lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
fight for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American and face feeders
the great reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like clown eats man and whole squad
on the wall says "there is no god"
But there is still 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 in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular in my underground colony
All the resistance they throw shots down
In my bar after fight the robot clowns
As of late they've been stressed and
Cause the of us winning are becoming less and less
We lost the captain of the human
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm still wondering how all happened
Is this even real or am I on acid?
The are advancing down
I use the word "down" cause coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? It's kinda
shit! There they 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 week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless zombie
I'd rather starve be boozeless
So I put barbed slabs 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 door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still be saved
I just fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim the cola
When the robots break in, toss the the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but get em wet certainly
It'll mess up wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it work though, my next 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 into cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've 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 zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
6: Rafael Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't 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 back to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She came to & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin 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 streets G
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who comin the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, some loko
And let me your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some fuckin

[Verse 7: Daveed
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 comb the pistols out the fro and they're on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up
I'm ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better drive cause you know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my 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 up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, got all of our passports
I've been this for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and 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 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 Napa and let em gentrify bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
Hold up, there go Nak there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the you talking it's the end
of the world?
I been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my
I mean the sky is always purple, people running on
I mean the been gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the for black women
When breakfast follows revelation dinners
The lights out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying the bodies had been
No over Baghdad, just drones with grenades
When life gives us we learn to drop Lemonade
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our and gators
these 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 this formal
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A black woman still being called girl
But the constant is change holmes
So let's get the supplies and up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got Diggs in the driver and Raf in the
Got passenger seat
and the last of these sweets
Go Daveed, just 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 water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
get tired behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of wind-ups
We got nothing but we got nothing but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me like actual insanity
eww, that's really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not else, just doing it styling in wine country with nothing else

[Verse 9:
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 to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we down the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we tended to flickered to
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like and lumber
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor the surface stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to lick his 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
I rest my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty me comfort
I made a living my opinions loudly
I might matter if I drew 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 there's survivors on the surface in working on
sipping red, red wine