Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Pit - Basehead Attack

So there I was watching and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the
glass I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first was a basehead
trying to break into my car. In plain too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he fell over
dead, but no blood, only dust, a fucking basehead. Here comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I ain't even
have to move, he missed by 20 feet. He slammed down on the pavement, I quicked started kicking. Beat him with the
crowbar 'til he finally stopped twitching. 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 always
THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
Every City, Every
They Always On The For Something
Never To Be [Repeat 2x]

Goddamnit. It's 2 more in the cooler once in the of the store. Pull my hand-ax out that 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 thru the glass 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 spun all the way around and that was fucking
it. I was there, I seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm fucking swinging at em.
knock their chin off their face, but they still coming at me, hands out, they wanna base. They Must think my
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
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every
Always On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be [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 their souls are gone, they just a of a man. Walking around
looking for rocks anyway they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, 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 side of his head. He Put A cork in the hole and that was it. Basehead Zombies, millions of em'
and more. With the roller, roll em' over flat on the floor. Their like dead ass bodies walking around without the
ghost. With no clue where the fucking heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities given, they let em' all pass. Now
they themselves worth the shit out they ass.

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

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