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Have you ever seen a
How about an exquisite
about Frankenstein's monster
Now think fun
getting it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you a hand
We add our piece
Now, kind of beast have we made?
find 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 been getting harder to
 survive
Since the started to
Ban American refugees from being a damn part of the 
People's of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a bill he could
Babbling some shit about "there's a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, there's still a Baja 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 to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl across dead world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
crying, need a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you look and frail
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now no one but you to blame
Dying of
Don't to the enemy
take you underground where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A full of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running shit down
a way to end the drought, bring out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
started dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't a bitch?
believed it til the first wave hit
The ground shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
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
You're gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown man and whole squad
Graffiti on the says "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 person left who remembers how to distill it
It's the most popular in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular in my underground colony
All the leaders they throw shots down
In my bar after they the robot clowns
As of late they've stressed and depressed
the chances of us winning are becoming less and less
We lost the of the human 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 are advancing down
I use the word "down" cause coming underground
that sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

5: Adam Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
We can these clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a
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 starve than be
So I put barbed slabs on the fences
That buy us some 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 might be
I just found fifty diet coke and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim the cola
When the robots in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but it'll get em wet
mess up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too to feel pain
Spark up a flame and the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I let you terrorize us
Wait a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Iggy
Musta hid up in the bar to about who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some fuckin
She came to sing-rap & give us all undercut fades
Lo-fi beats telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
my dreams of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is up on the track
Any and everyone get up and mean it
puttin the peddle into it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin 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
to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa whoa, up cash
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really to fuck
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 ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better drive cause you already
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is
Enough gonna get
And we ain't got the time and the 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 I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, 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
we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real bumping 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 gentrify that up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for that
up, there go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get seat
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you this McShake and the end Hansen
Now what the fuck you 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 on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the for black women
apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation dinners
The lights out
The water of flint
Exquisite laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones grenades
life gives us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas shall we get in
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk this
Do the end of the styling in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a goose
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this road
And my flow so we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read formal prose
Bet you knows how to make us free
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A black woman still being called girl
But the only is change holmes
So let's get the 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 these
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we as natives gon keep us safe
It's the water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
get tired behind us
I mean of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got but time
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one bubble
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of y'all and me like actual insanity
Like eww, that's really gross
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country with else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was when I came to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered the summer
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 other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic 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 Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me comfort
I made a living my opinions loudly
Thinking I 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 of a broken time
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres on
sipping red, red wine