"Exquisite Corpse X" lyrics

[Watsky:]
Ten long years
Ten long years underground
Ten long years

First we ate the rats
Then we roasted Iggy
Then we bit the bats
Then we chewed on leather belts
Dreaming they were cheddar melts
Wailing at the walls while pretending it was BetterHelp.com
Waiting for the end while we lock palms
Rock bottom harder than a mug while they drop bombs on us
Make the Donner party look like Mardi Gras
I'm blowing like the Artie Shaw of Giardia
Hardy har, ha ha, watch me mutate
Ten years crawl by in a fugue state
Till they crawl up the wall but it's too late
When I pop the hatch and I view fate, oh shit
DC like the exorcist
Dark Crystal, witness Skeksises
Pessimist while I piss off the precipice
Do I mess with this or does Bob Marley exodus?
I climb the clock tower and was 'bout to leap
Right when Gab rolled up in a Jeep
With the leaf rolled up and she screamed

[Gifted Gab:]
Hold up, take a seat
There's survivors out in Greenland that I'm 'bout to meet
So hop in and be discreet
And if you sleep, keep one eye cracked
For them jackers got a bloodstained bat
And check the map, I know a shortcut (let's go)
If you take this road, then this road
Then drive around this cove
There's an old tour bus
I stashed a couple weapons and a few bucks
In order to get to the border, shit, we gotta fuel up, shit
We was rolling till this car pulled up
Tried to run us off the road but we is not no punks
I grab my bloody old bat
Moved it out the way to get my trusty old gat
Blew them hoes away and made their tires go flat
I think we back on track (let's go)
Now we almost to the bus but it's a rush because it's nightfall
I'm running out of gas and plus we also need petrol
Pulled up to the Citgo, shit
I need twenty on six, a bag of chips, and a Swiss Roll
And if you got that weed, I need a zip from you, kinfolk
He hooked it up, now we off to the bus
George, you grab the guns (yup) and I'll grab the bucks
We was loading up the truck
I looked up and see some headlights
Shit, we gotta go now or it's gon' be a gun fight
Call up C. Price, tell him, "Bring the cavalry
We almost at the border, we gotta get to Calgary"
We going over the hill, they coming after us still
Hey Connor, get ready, you shooting to kill

[Connor Price:]
Whoa, wait, what you mean shooting to kill?
Only kills I ever got was when Call of Duty was still new
I ain't used to this here
Then I saw those headlights through the side view of the mirror
Guess I just grew me a pair
Pull the trigger, brace for the boom in my ear
Nothing happened, total silence, state of shock
Gab yelled from the back, "Connor, man, the safety's on"
My bad, flipping the switch, I had to take the shot
Boom, truck erupted into flames, now we taking off
Heard you tryna get to Canada to find a tour bus
I heard about it too, I know the way, and there's a shortcut
We gotta get to Calgary, hike on up to Fountain Street
'Cause I been hearing rumors that the bus is on a mountain peak
Hiding something special so that's why they keep it out of reach
If we work together, then it's ours, man it's bound to be
Pull up to the border, I'm Canadian, I'll handle this
Wait, George, quick, throw away the weed, there's no cannabis
If anybody asks, we were all just on a camping trip
And hit a big moose if they ask about the damages
Pull up slowly, hands shaking, tryna steer
Heart beating out my chest, working through the fear
Get up to the border patrol, I had to double take
Wait, Travis Thompson, what you doing here?

[Travis Thompson:]
Man, I've been held up for a cool little second
They said they smelled the tree on me and they're searching for weapons
You know how they be, held me still like "Say cheese"
My picture's on the wall by the [?] with [?] you see
I'm hearing chitter-chatter bout a plane that's ran away
That's [?] inside of Greenland for the easiest escape
All we gotta do is break this pilot and be free
It's a guard who's weak to bribery but try to be discreet
We need two rags and like two packs of some Marb Reds
I think a little lager from the store, nothing far-fetched
And he just need a little help to cover all his bar bets
He said he understands the plight of artists
[?]
Round the corner from the [?] is this rundown spot
Make sure no one's looking and give it one loud knock
Once you're in, you'll meet a man inside the lobby
Give him all the goods and state your purpose, do it softly
Say it's not a robbery, you ain't here to hurt nobody
We just tryna break the homies free from border crossing
Damn it, man, they got me
I don't think I'm getting out but pilot man is probably
He can take you where you need to go and do it promptly
Let him do his magic, he nomadic, name is Abhi

[Abhi the Nomad:]
Welcome in
Promise me that you won't try to rob me
I know you hear this cabin creaking loudly through the concrete
Though it's been a couple moons and my sailing days behind me
Nation hopping is my hobby, some would say that it defines me
So we got bunk beds, a kitchen, and an armory
A rebel flag sails, eyepatch with guitar strings
And if you hear a siren song, pop a vinyl on
Rappers without the sea legs can pop a Tylenol
The weather's unpredictable and waters can get violent y'all
But this the only way we could escape and get our island on
And me, I need to shave, it's been a decade or maybe more
But I'd rather be a rough survivor than be an exquisite corpse
Halfway, just a couple days to go, Jack
Grab a bottle and chug it and sing it to you [?]
Here, just give me my pay
I'll introduce you to someone who's good at handling bays
He goes by Old Frak

[Frak:]
Uh, hee, welcome to Greenland
Moved the Bay across the bay and told the people it's the remix
Started our own island, plant the rebel flag of freedom
Here the robots don't bother us, I mean we have an agreement
(What agreement?) Uh, I'll get to that, but it's a lovely day in town
All the wifeys having fun, all the hubbies safe and sound
I know islands got a bad rep, but we're under sacred ground
'Cause here, the babies eat, not the other way around
No robot overlords in our faithful citizens
No self-driving cars, bitch, we're Waymo vigilant
They say Iceland is green and Greenland got ice
But fuck that and fuck ICE 'cause we'll take more immigrants
We don't gatekeep, we safekeep, it's a bright idea
Before you step off that boat, you need to sign right here
(Sign what?) Mm, it's just a little signature move
To get the robots to agree to relinquish their rule (Their rule?)
Robots really aren't artistic or cool
They spent ten years without good art, rhythm, or blues
We let them download your talents in a digital pool
So they can train on your ism in an infinite loop
It's lowkey boring being a robot fascist
So they took Watsky's top speeds, broke Frak down to fractions
Took the Nomad's vocab, took the swag out of Travis
Shit, they even paid the Connor Price to take Gab's gifts
Whoa, by the looks of y'all's faces, you disapprove
But fine, we don't need you on this island, grab a swimsuit
It's just rapping robots, it's not a microchip, fool
But not everyone agrees with me, oh shit, it's Chip Fu

[Chip Fu:]
Oh goddammit, it's a robot planet
And they don't got stovetops or no hot sammich
So I post up [?]
With some toe-out sandals and they robot scanners
But I'm just cool, sitting brew, sipping two, picking my toothpick
And waiting here for the dudes in the apron to prepare my stool chicken
Huge difference they've prepared and it's not prepared in a soup kitchen
Dude, I'm scared
[?] robots, that's just too different
And it's not about YouTube views, it's about who's listening
Over here, they don't care
They don't get consumed about who's whispering
They robots, dude, and they both moving in unison
[?] now they go off on their new mission
Shit, everything is robot ran, robots and the robots and the robots tan
They don't got hands, they don't wash no pots, pans
They even got robots giving botox at the botox stands
And they even got these robots sending you house plants
Man, oh goddammit, I've been living on this planet
But these robots selling botox telling me, "Pose for these cameras"
And they created their own star-spangled banner
I grab the hammer and smash the top part of the robot and its camera

[Watsky:]
Chip, chop the top part, I'll rip the low part
We hop in ox carts and arks and go-karts
And slog through big drifts of snow, it's so dark
With smog, it's sixteen below with no stars
And no charts to go by, we march so we don't die
Sharks in the ice flows all burst out from both sides
And icebergs to crush bones
And so, when we do talk, we do so in hushed tones
Lean out the portholes
Did you know it's foretold?
There's more souls at home in an ice crystal dome fort utopia
Close to the North Pole
When we're close, I'm near deceased
I sink to the snow but I blink and I don't believe
My eyes, a high rise of bright ice and inside
Kush Mody posted at the crystalline organ keys

Did we really reach the beaches of the promised land?
Is the reaper simply reaching out a calming hand?
Does it even really matter if it feels the same?
Is the medicine a sham if it can heal the pain?
I can feel the angels carrying my sled inside
I can hear the joyful voices of my friends beside
Tonight it's almost our (our) bed (bed) time (time)
Tomorrow we drink red, red wine

Red, red, red wine
Red, red, red wine