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Have you ever seen a
How an exquisite one?
Think about Frankenstein's
Now think fun
You're it, good!
Johnny with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a hand
We add our piece
Now, what kind of beast have we
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
Robot goosestep by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And the Science 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 me for a bill he could borrow
Babbling some about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, there's still a Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off from the deserts out in
Until my thirsty collapsed in the scorched sand
I to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl across this dead world for those garlic
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
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 in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you to
Dying of
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you underground where the resistance be
Apparently a of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running shit down
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
as we pulled up we heard drilling noises
Children started dancing, grown folk joined in
Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as solar

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living under the
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 beavers
Creepers and face
Fearing the reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or beat with a pay
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like robot 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, a shot up then I swill it
I'm the person left who remembers how to distill it
It's the most popular product in the underground
So I'm the most popular in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders they shots down
In my bar after they fight the clowns
As of late they've been and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are less and less
We lost the captain of the 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 clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" cause they're underground
Wait—what's sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! they are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm down soldier, this is no 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 last on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So if we lose this bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd starve than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire on the fences
That should buy us time to plan our defenses
up the chairs and trash cans off the floor
Stack em up on the front to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got but we still might be saved
I just found fifty diet coke cans and breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim with the
the robots break in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too drunk to pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, reached
my limit
You may have my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
just a minute
That no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't 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 back to the captain of the folks attackin 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 transmittin autotune
Help! She's my head 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 the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we taking over the and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm it
Doomin em all, I'm it, deuces im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
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 barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[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 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 I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough gonna get
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 bottle up this kombucha I've 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 find a civilization got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other our indiscriminate hustle
Then we through the hood real slow 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 that bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, there's no time for that shit
up, there go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get back
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now the fuck you talking it's the end
of the world?
I on Pinterest 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
Nothing's all that different, the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
corpses laying where 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 some pied piper R up out the trunk scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our and gators
these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole for this open road
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 up world
A black magic still being called girl
But the only constant is change
So let's get the supplies and leave up out our bay
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got passenger seat
and the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfin with
It's the bay moves we as natives gon keep us safe
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
get tired behind us
I half of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got Kwudi's new beats and of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate
Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped
We got just two dudes and one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of y'all and me that's 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

[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 came to Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers 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 the buster in his sleep just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's humungous butt
That I my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We and wretched kvetch and wail
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me
I made a yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a token of a time
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow sipping red, red