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 tonight the moon is red and 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 crowbar hammered it 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 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 in the register. I'm use to shooting 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
it into his back.

THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
On A Mission
They On The Hunt For Something
They missing
THE OF THE BASEHEADS!
Every City, Every
They Always On The For Something
To Be Found [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 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 into the parking
lot. He tried to kill me, he told me "Gimmie Some Change!" All digging in my ear for it and shit...Deranged! I him
by his and tired to yank it to the left to break his neck, but his head spun all the way around and that was fucking
it. I was outta there, I 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 base. They Must think my white
eyeballs are giant crack rocks. I Gotta slap em' out funky ass socks...HELP ME!!!

OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They Always On The Hunt For
They Missing
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every
Always 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, and they buzzing like flies. You might
the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, 'cause their souls are gone, they just a shell of a man. Walking around
looking for rocks anyway can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them 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 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 steam roller, 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 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
Always On The Hunt For Something
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every
They Always On The For Something
To Be Found
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming For Your

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