Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Pit - Basehead Attack

So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the
glass I see crackheads all night. But the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead
trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a hammered it upside his cranium, he fell over
dead, but no blood, only dust, he's a basehead. Here comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I ain't even
have to move, he missed by like 20 feet. He slammed down on the pavement, I started kicking. Beat him with the
crowbar 'til he finally twitching. Look behind me, seen another zombie in the register. I'm use to shooting em off
from begging from the customers, but now I gotta reach up under the seat and grab the hand-ax. it from there and
stuck it his back.

THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
On A Mission
They Always On The Hunt For
They missing
THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
Every City, Town
Always On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found 2x]

Goddamnit. It's 2 more in the cooler once in the back of the store. Pull my hand-ax out back and then attack him
some more. I charged, but he busted me in the with a pepsi. No effect, I left him shaking on the floor epilepsy. With
Their necks severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went the glass into the parking
lot. He tried to me, he told me "Gimmie Some Change!" All digging in my ear for it and shit...Deranged! I grabbed him
by his head and tired to yank it to the left to break his neck, but his head all the way around and that was fucking
it. I was outta there, I seen coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm fucking swinging at em.
knock their chin off their face, but they coming at me, hands out, they wanna base. They Must think my white
eyeballs are giant crack rocks. I slap em' out they funky ass socks...HELP ME!!!

OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They Always On The Hunt For
Always Missing
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every
They Always On The For Something
To Be Found [Repeat 2x]

They don't have a brain left behind their eyes. They want crack, rocka, coca and they buzzing like flies. You might
pull the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, 'cause souls are gone, they just a shell of a man. Walking around
for rocks anyway they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them dirty bitches let you hit it. And you still getting
something then you already got. I seen one catch one in the head, not even know he got shot. It was crack smoke
blowing out the of his head. He Put A Champagne cork in the hole and that was it. Basehead Zombies, millions of em'
and more. With the steam roller, roll em' over flat on the floor. Their like dead ass walking around without the
ghost. With no where the fucking heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities were given, they let em' all pass. Now
themselves ain't worth the shit out they ass.

OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They On The Hunt For Something
Always Missing
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
They Always On The For Something
Never To Be
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming For Goods

In 50,000
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming Out The
And Coming For You
Wanna Pull Out Your Heart And Smoke It
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They On The Hunt For Something
They Missing
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
Always On The Hunt For Something
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They Always On The Hunt For
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
They On The Hunt For Something
To Be Found