So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, 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 sight was a basehead trying to 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 comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I 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, seen another zombie in the register. I'm use to em off from begging from the customers, but now I gotta reach up under the and grab the hand-ax. Whipped it from there and stuck it his back.
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Goddamnit. It's 2 more in the cooler once in the back of the store. 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 necks severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another on my back and we went thru the glass into the parking lot. He to kill 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 spun all the way around and that was it. I was outta there, I seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm fucking at em. knock their chin off their face, but they still 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 Missing OF THE BASEHEADS!!! Every City, Town They Always On The For Something Never To Be [Repeat 2x]
They don't have a brain left behind their empty eyes. They want crack, rocka, coca and buzzing like flies. You might pull the arm off em if you try to their hand, 'cause their 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, dirty bitches let you hit it. And you still getting something worst then you already got. I seen one catch one in the head, not even know he got shot. It was crack 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. the steam 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 were given, let em' all pass. Now they themselves worth the shit out they ass.
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