Luyện nghe bài hát Basehead Attack

So there i was watching & Son workin the graveyard shift
at a party before a splif
in the glass i see crackheads all night
but tonight the is red and shit aint feelin so right
my first sight was a basehead break into my car
in plain too i ran out with a crowbar
hammered it across his cranium he over dead
but not only dust
a fuckin basehead
here come one
jumpin out of a
but i aint even have to move he missed by 20 feet
he slammed down on the
i quickly kickin
him with the crowbar
until he finally twitchin
looked behind me seen zombie in the register
im to shooin 'em off from beggin from the customers
but now i reach up under the seat and grab the hand axe
whipped it from there and stuck it into his

THE ATTACK OF THE
they on a
they always on the hunt for somethin they missin
THE ATTACK OF THE
every city every
they always on the hunt for something to be found
THE ATTACK OF THE
on a mission
they always on the hunt for somethin they missin
THE ATTACK OF THE
every every town
they always on the hunt for something to be found

its two more in the cooler once im back in the store
pull my hand axe out that and then attack 'em some more
i
but he bust me in the head a pepsi
no
i left him shakin on the floor like
they necks severed
fuckin zombies for
another jumped my and we went through the glass
into the lot
he tried to me
he told me some change
all diggin in my ear for it and
deranged!!
i grabbed him by his head and tried to it to the left
to break his
but his spun all the way around
and that was it
i was outta there i seen comin out the grave
zombies for change!!!
im fuckin at 'em knock they chin off they face
but they still at me hands out they wanna base
they must think my eyeballs are giant crack rocks
i gotta slap em out they funky ass
me!!

THE ATTACK OF THE
on a mission
they always on the hunt for they always missin
THE OF THE BASEHEADS
city every town
they always on the hunt for something never to be
THE OF THE BASEHEADS
on a mission
they always on the hunt for somethin they always
THE OF THE BASEHEADS
city every town
they on the hunt for something never to be found

they dont have a left behind they empty eyes
they want crack rocka cocka and they like flies
you might they arm off you try to shake their hand
because their souls been gone its a shell of a man
walkin lookin for rock anyway they can get it
even if you got them dirty bitches let you hit it
and you still gettin somethin worse you already got
i seen one catch one in the head not even know he got
it was smoke blown out the side of his head
he put a champagne cork in the and that was it
baseheads zombies of 'em and more
with the steam roller roll em over on the floor
there like dead ass bodies walkin without the ghost
with no clue they fuckin headed but the rock roast
opportunities were
let em all pass
now they themselves aint the shit out they ass

THE ATTACK OF THE
they on a
they on the hunt for somethin they always missin
THE ATTACK OF THE
city every town
they always on the for something never to be found
THE OF THE BASEHEADS
comin for your goods
simultaneiously in 50,000
THE OF THE BASEHEADS
comin out the dark
and comin for you
they wanna pull out your and smoke it

THE OF THE BASEHEADS
they on a
they always on the hunt for they always missin
THE OF THE BASEHEADS
every every town
they always on the hunt for something to be found
THE ATTACK OF THE
they on a
they always on the hunt for somethin always missin
THE ATTACK OF THE
every city every
they always on the hunt for never to be found