Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Pit - Basehead Attack

So I was watching Sanford 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 is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead
to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he fell over
dead, but no blood, only dust, he's a fucking basehead. Here 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 quicked started kicking. Beat him the
crowbar 'til he finally stopped twitching. Look 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. Whipped it there and
it into his back.

THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
They On A
They Always On The For Something
always missing
THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
Every City, Every
They Always On The Hunt For
Never To Be [Repeat 2x]

Goddamnit. 2 more in the cooler once in the back of the store. Pull my hand-ax out that back and then attack him
more. I charged, but he busted me in the head with a pepsi. No effect, I left him shaking on the floor epilepsy. With
Their severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the glass into the parking
lot. He tried to kill me, he told me "Gimmie Some Change!" All in my ear for it and shit...Deranged! I grabbed him
by his head and tired to yank it to the left to his neck, but his head spun all the way around and that was fucking
it. I was outta there, I seen another out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm fucking swinging at em.
knock chin off their face, but they still 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
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every
They On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found 2x]

They don't have a brain left behind their empty eyes. They want crack, rocka, coca and they buzzing flies. You might
pull the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, 'cause their souls are gone, they a shell 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 worst then you 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 Champagne cork in the 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 bodies walking around the
ghost. With no clue where the fucking heading, but the roast. Opportunities were given, they let em' all pass. Now
they themselves ain't the shit out they ass.

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

In 50,000
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Out The dark
And They For You
They Wanna 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, Every
They On The Hunt For Something
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They On The Hunt For Something
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
Always On The Hunt For Something
Nevery To Be