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Have you ever 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. Then you a hand
We each add our
Now, what kind of beast we made?
Let's out!

1: Watsky]
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
Robot overlords by
listened when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting harder survive
the Hive started to
Ban refugees from being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a bill he could
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 from the deserts out in
Until my thirsty horse collapsed in the scorched
I promised to myself and soul
I'd crawl across this dead world for garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
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 would you the Oregon Trail?
Remember in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't to the enemy
take you underground where the hive resistance be
Apparently a of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, even garlic they sprout
Leader General Bieber who be running down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we up we heard drilling noises
started dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't that a
Nobody it til the first wave hit
The ground started shaking and the sky red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
fight for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface life
Avoiding wild packs of American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
the great reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or with a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
like robot clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the wall "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and that's

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, a shot up then I swill it
I'm the only person who remembers how to distill it
It's the popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the popular person in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders throw shots down
In my bar after they the robot clowns
As of they've been stressed and depressed
the chances 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 just on
The clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" cause coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? It's kinda
Holy shit! There they are now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just to think
I've lost ten men this week, I 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 starve than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That should buy us some to plan our defenses
Pick up the and trash cans off the floor
Stack em up on the front door to jam up
the
Ain't got but we still might be saved
I found fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next cannot fail
We drink the after shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached
my
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
Wait a minute
That ain't no zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just 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 to sing-rap & give us all some undercut fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't 
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 up on the track
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
Just the peddle into it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
Never 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 in his fro though
These robots we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel some fuckin blowholes

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are down to fuck
I the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two out in a fully gassed 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
Enough gonna get
And we ain't got the and the tags are expired
You how it is, I am really not trying 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, got all of our passports
I've planning this for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization they've got to who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate
Then we through the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll our car wherever we go
Let's em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
up, there go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you this McShake and the end Hansen
Now the fuck you talking it's the end
of the world?
I been on 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 read it in the
Nothing's all that different, been the same for women
apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation dinners
The been 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 okay fellas shall we get in
some 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 whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole for this open road
And my so cold we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this formal
Bet you knows how to make us free
A Olamina in Trumped up world
A black magic woman still being called
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 seat
and the last of these sweets
Go Daveed, just gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfin with
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get tired us
I mean half of em hybrid but of them wind-ups
We got nothing but we got nothing but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and Music of My
left in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
Nothing in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like insanity
eww, that's really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I want 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 underground where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning like tinder and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted each
Pickpocketed the weak and we
A visitor from the surface stole a roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes 
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 humungous
That I rest my head upon for my perpetual
We frail and wretched and wail
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining gives me comfort
I made a yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres on
sipping red, red wine