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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Watsky
Watsky
Performer
Dumbfoundead
Dumbfoundead
Performer
Grieves
Grieves
Performer
Adam Vida
Adam Vida
Performer
Wax
Wax
Performer
Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Performer
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Performer
Chinaka Hodge
Chinaka Hodge
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Watsky
Watsky
Songwriter
Dumbfoundead
Dumbfoundead
Songwriter
Grieves
Grieves
Songwriter
Adam Vida
Adam Vida
Songwriter
Wax
Wax
Songwriter
Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Songwriter
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Songwriter
Chinaka Hodge
Chinaka Hodge
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Have you ever seen a corpse?)
(How about an exquisite one?)
(Think about Frankenstein's monster)
(Now, think about fun)
(You're getting it)
(Good)
[Verse 2]
(Johnny starts with a leg
(I sew on an arm)
(Then you lend a hand)
(We each add our piece)
(Now, what kind of beast have we made?)
(Let's find out)
[Verse 3]
I woke up Sunday to a blood-shot sky
Robot overlords goose-step by
Shoulda listened when we had the juice to try
And Bill the Science Guy told us that the end is nigh
[Verse 4]
Lately, it's been getting harder to
Survive, since the hive started to
Ban American refugees from being a damn part of the
People's Republic of Antarctica
[Verse 5]
A bum begged me for a bill he could borrow
Babbling some shit about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that legend has it, there's still a Baja Grill and a Sbarro
At the top of Mount Kilimanjaro
[Verse 6]
It's so desperate, set out from the deserts out in Portland
Until my thirsty horse collapsed in the scorched sand
I promised to myself, heart and soul
I'll crawl across this dead world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 7]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead horse
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something, homie, you look boney and frail
Now, why the hell would you take the Oregon Trail?
[Verse 8]
Remember back in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you blame
Dying of dysentery, don't climb to the enemy
I'ma take you underground where the hive of resistance be
[Verse 9]
Apparently, a colony of people are out there (Where?)
A garden full of veggies, even garlic, they sprout there (Really?)
Leader, General Bieber, who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the swimwear (Yeah)
[Verse 10]
Soon as we pulled up, we heard drilling noises
Children started dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot up in the air
But was boiling and as hot as solar flares
[Verse 11]
Ooh-weee! ain't that a bitch?
Nobody believed it till the first wave hit
The ground started shaking and the sky went red (Mayday)
(Atlanta's been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
[Verse 12]
No! Goddamn! Another one down
Colonies of people living under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was born
And they'd fight for mankind and the existence of porn
Let's go
[Verse 13]
Uh, back on the surface, life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American Beavers
Creepers and face-feeders, fear the great Reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
[Verse 14]
This is real shit, homie, dog eat dog
More like robot-clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the wall says there is no God
But there is still homemade vodka, that's cool
[Verse 15]
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up and I swill it
I'm the only person left who remembers how to distill it
It's the most popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular person in my underground colony
[Verse 16]
All the resistance leaders, they throw shots down
At my bar after they fight the robot clowns
As of late, they've been stressed and depressed
'Cause the chances of us winning are becoming less and less
[Verse 17]
We lost the captain of the human army
Morale's really low and a lot of people are starving
I'm still wondering how this all happened
Is this even real, or am I just on acid?
[Verse 18]
The clowns are advancing down
I use the word "down" 'cause they're coming underground
Wait, what's that sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There they are right now
[Verse 19]
Calm down, soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay? We just need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep a wink
But this the last place on Earth a guy can get a decent drink
[Verse 20]
So darned if we lose this bar to these useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve than be boozeless
So, I put barbed-wire slabs on the fences
That should buy us some time to plan our defenses
[Verse 21]
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the floor
Stack 'em up on the front door to jam up the entrance
Ain't got grenades, but we still might be saved
I just found fifty Diet Coke cans and some breath mints
[Verse 22]
Fill the trash cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the mints in the soda
See, the blast won't hurt 'em, but it'll get 'em wet, certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
[Verse 23]
If it don't work, though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka, shot after shot till
We're too drunk to feel pain, spark up a flame
And turn the bottles that remain into molotov cocktails
[Verse 24]
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached my limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you terrorize us, wait just a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?
[Verse 25]
Adam, ha, I didn't mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Iggy Azalea
Must've hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the captain
Of the folks attacking my favorite rap stars
[Verse 26]
Oh shit, quick, hit her with some fucking duct tape
She came to sing rap and give us all some undercut fades
Low-fi beats transmitted telegraphic auto-tune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think I am immune
[Verse 27]
Been repo'd, I think I'm in deep
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams
Of keeping the street's G-Code
[Verse 28]
Only way to outrun it, it's doubling up on the track
Any and everyone, get up and meddle, I mean it
Just put down that pedal and do it
Now, we taking over the tempo and tunin' it
Never goin' down and let some lil bih ruin it
So I'm in inducing it
Doomin it all, I'm undoin' it
Deuces, I'm dipping
Who coming with the kid? I'm out
[Verse 29]
Headed to dojo
Diggs got pistols hidden in his 'fro, though
These robots think we're bitch
Diggs, give me some loco
[Verse 30]
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe
Bro, I'm going postal
Bay boy's 'bout to put this barrel
Into some fucking blowholes
[Verse 31]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, cahs
You see, I'm trimming my mustache up
I heard all these newly brainwashed
Rap chicks are really down to fuck
[Verse 32]
I combed the pistols out the 'fro
And they sitting on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out
In a fully gassed up LeSabre
[Verse 33]
I'm ready to ride on these haters, let's go
But you better drive 'cause you already know
That apocalypse or not, when I'm behind the wheel
My black ass is sure enough gonna get stopped
[Verse 34]
And we ain't got the time and the tags are expired
You know how it is
I am really not trying to die today
By cop or by Iggy robot, whoa, stop
[Verse 35]
Lemme go bottle up this kombucha
I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet
It's got all of our passports
[Verse 36]
I've been planning this for a minute
Seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization
They've got to know who we are
[Verse 37]
First, we swoop up Chinaka
In case we need some muscle
Or reason, or anything
Other than our indiscriminate hustle
[Verse 38]
Then we roll through the hood real slow
Bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song, lo and behold
They'll follow our car wherever we go
[Verse 39]
Let's lead 'em out to Napa and let 'em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car, homie, no, we are not stopping for any Swishers
Or a McFlurry, bruh, there's no time for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, pull over
Ay yo, Nak
Ay yo, Nak, get in the car
[Verse 40]
Hey, Rafa, get backseat, make room for your fam, friend
I'll give you this McShake and the end of my hand, son
Now, what the fuck y'all talking, it's the end of the world?
I've been on Pinterest, tending to the end of my curls
[Verse 41]
I mean, the sky is always purple, people running on vapors
I mean, the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon' read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for black women
When Apocalyptic breakfast follow Revelation dinners
[Verse 42]
The lights been out, the water smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the bodies had been
No Bombs over Baghdad, just drones with grenades
So, when life give us citrus, we learn to drop lemonade
[Verse 43]
So, okay, fellas, shall we get in formation?
Bump some Pied Piper aura out the trunk of this scraper?
Do the end of the world styling in our fitted Zen Gators?
Lure these stupid motherfuckers on a goose chase
Use whatever's already in our suitcase
[Verse 44]
I got this whole-row jones for this open road
And my flow so cold, we don't need AC
I pop four NoDoz, I'll read this formal prose
I bet you Butler knows how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in a trumped up world
A black magic woman still being called "girl"
But the only constant is change, homes
[Verse 45]
So, let's get the supplies and then dip out our Bay homes
Got this earthquake kit and six gallons of gas
I've got Diggs in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat and the last of these sweets
[Verse 46]
Go north, Davide, just gun it till wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfing with iDummy
It's the Bay moves we learned, its natives gon' keep it safe
It's that forty water-water and an instrumental tape
[Verse 47]
Let's go, they'll get tired behind us
I mean, half of 'em hybrid but, ****, most of 'em wind-ups
We got nothing but power, we got nothing but time
I got Kwudi new beats and Music of My Mind
[Verse 48]
But nothing left in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No pallet cleansing tapas for discriminate taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and like, one not trouble
[Verse 49]
How the hell we supposed to repopulate humanity?
The two of y'all and me? That's like, actual insanity
Like, ew, that's really gross, guys
It's like, not Diggs and not Rafa, not nobody else
Just get back, just doing it styling in wine country with nothing else
[Verse 50]
Red, red wine, I don't wanna die, I hum under
My breath as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to after Dumbfounded
Brought me to the battered base underground
Where we hunkered down for the summer
[Verse 51]
But then winter came and the flame
That we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted
To burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
[Verse 52]
We bickered bitterly
And our wickedness hit a peak and our hunger
Sickened, we hunted each other
Pick-pocketed the weak and we plundered
[Verse 53]
A visitor from the surface stole
A garlic roll from a Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep
Just to lick his fingers for butter
[Verse 54]
But it kinda gave me indigestion
I confess, and the pipes ruptured
From a dung, lungs punctured
When Dumb stuck me with the sharpened end of a plunger
[Verse 55]
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebes and Azalea's
Pale, humungous butt that I rest my head up
And provide perpetual slumber
[Verse 56]
We frail and wretched kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to the pain
Yet, one remaining certainty give me comfort
[Verse 57]
I made a living yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I might matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now my lilly cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see that the future will be fine without me
[Verse 58]
Nothing is entitled to be mine, um
A token of a broken time and
Maybe there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres
Working on tomorrow, sipping red, red wine
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, wine
Written by: Adam Vida, Chinaka Hodge, Daveed Diggs, Dumbfoundead, George Watsky, Grieves, Rafael Casal, Wax
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