Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
Robot 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 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 bill he borrow
Babbling some shit about "there's a tomorrow"
He said "legend has it, there's still 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 and soul
I'd crawl this dead world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red
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 better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you where 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 shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water up
in the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, ain't that a
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Justin is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied the clowns, a resistance was born
They fight for mankind and the of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and feeders
the great reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or beat with a pay
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like clown eats man and whole squad
on the wall says "there is no god"
But is still homemade vodka, and that's cool

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up I swill it
I'm the only left who remembers how to distill it
It's the popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders throw shots down
In my bar they fight the robot clowns
As of late they've been 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 wondering how all happened
Is even real or am I just on acid?
The are advancing down
I use the word "down" they're coming underground
Wait—what's that It's kinda loud
shit! There they are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
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 on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So if we lose this bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve be boozeless
So I put barbed wire on the fences
That should buy us 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 but we still might be saved
I just found fifty diet cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the 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 plan cannot
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too drunk to feel
Spark up a flame and turn the 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: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to about who we are
Then report back to the of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some fuckin
She came to sing-rap & us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats 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 of keepin the streets G code
Only way to it is doublin up on the track
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
puttin the peddle into it
Now we taking over the tempo and it
Never gone let a lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im
Who with 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 Jefferson robe bro, I'm postal
Bay boys bout to put this into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa, hold 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 two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to on these haters, let's go
But you better drive you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my ass is sure
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, bottle up this 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 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 need some
Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, there's no time for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, 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 of
my
Now the fuck you talking it's the end
of the world?
I been on tending to the end of
my curls
I the sky is always purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the
all that different, been the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows dinners
The been out
The smelling of flint
corpses laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones with
When life gives us citrus we 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 stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this open
And my so cold we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll this formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren Olamina in Trumped up
A magic 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 kit and six gallons of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of these
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it fluid like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we as natives gon keep us safe
It's the forty water water and an tap, let's go
They'll get behind us
I half of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got but power we got nothing but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and Music of My
Nothing in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped
We got just two and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the we repopulate humanity
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 it styling in wine country with nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground we hunkered down the summer
But winter came and the flame that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our hit a peak in our hunger
we hunted each other
Pickpocketed the weak and we
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 indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb me with 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 head upon for my perpetual
We frail and kvetch and wail
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me comfort
I a living yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a of a broken time
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine