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

1: Watsky]
I up Sunday 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
Since the started to
Ban American refugees from being a damn part of the 
People's of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a he could borrow
Babbling some shit about "there's 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 out in Portland
Until my thirsty horse in the scorched sand
I promised to myself and soul
I'd crawl across dead world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
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 would you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that stupid computer
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you to
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A garden full of veggies, even garlic 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 heard drilling
Children started dancing, even grown folk in
a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, that a bitch?
believed 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
of people living under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They 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 or beat with a pay meter
is real shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and squad
Graffiti on the 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 only person left who how to distill it
It's the most popular product in the economy
So I'm the most popular person in my underground
All the resistance leaders throw shots down
In my bar after they fight the robot
As of late been stressed and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are becoming less and
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 this even real or am I just on
The clowns are down
I use the word "down" cause they're coming
Wait—what's that sound? kinda loud
Holy shit! they are right now!

5: Adam Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just to think
I've lost ten men this week, I sleep
a wink
But the last place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire on the fences
That should buy us some to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash off the floor
em up on the front door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still might be
I found fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the mints
in the
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the after shot til we're too drunk 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 my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
Wait just a
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
6: Rafael Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, just Iggy 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 some fuckin duck-tape
She came to & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
Forfeiting my dreams of the streets G code
way to outrun it is doublin 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 undoin it, deuces im
Who comin the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay bout to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm my mustache 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 there's two cheesesteaks out in a gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on haters, let's go
But you better cause you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my ass is sure
Enough get stopped
And we ain't got the time and the tags are
You know how it is, I am not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back
Grab the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our
been planning this for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other than our hustle
Then we roll through the 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 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, 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 seat
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my
Now what the fuck you talking it's the end
of the
I been on tending to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, people 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 follows revelation dinners
The lights out
The water of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the bodies had
No bombs over Baghdad, drones with grenades
When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk scraper
Do the end of the styling in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole jones for open road
And my flow so cold we need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Olamina in Trumped up world
A magic woman still being called girl
But the constant 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 seat
and the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til wine
Do it moving fluid turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as gon keep us safe
It's the forty water water and an tap, let's go
They'll get tired us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of them
We got but power we got nothing but time
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in but the scent of the grapes
No tapas for discriminate taste
Nothing left in but one popped bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of and me that's 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 nothing

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we down the summer
But then winter came and the flame we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bitterly and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted other
the weak and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the in his sleep just to lick his fingers for butter
But it of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me with the end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous
That I rest my head upon for my slumber
We frail and wretched and wail
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me comfort
I made a living yelling my loudly
I might matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres on
Tomorrow red, red wine