Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Pit - Basehead Attack

So there I was 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 moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a
trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it 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 down on the pavement, I quicked started kicking. Beat him with the
crowbar 'til he finally stopped twitching. Look behind me, another zombie in the register. I'm use to shooting em off
from begging the customers, but now I gotta reach up under the seat and grab the hand-ax. Whipped it from there and
stuck it his back.

THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
They On A
They Always On The For Something
They always
THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
City, Every Town
They Always On The Hunt For
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 that 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 necks severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the glass the parking
lot. He tried to kill me, he told me "Gimmie 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 spun all the way around and 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 their chin off their face, but they still coming at me, hands out, they base. They Must think my white
eyeballs are giant crack rocks. I slap em' out they funky ass socks...HELP ME!!!

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

don't have a brain left behind their empty 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
looking for rocks anyway they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them dirty bitches let you hit it. And you still
something worst then you already got. I seen one catch one in the head, not even know he got shot. It was smoke
blowing out the side of his head. He Put A Champagne cork in the hole and that was it. Zombies, millions of em'
and more. With the steam roller, roll em' over on the floor. Their like dead ass bodies walking around without the
ghost. no clue where the fucking heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities were given, they let em' all pass. Now
they themselves ain't worth the shit out ass.

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

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