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 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 upside his cranium, he 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
to move, he missed by like 20 feet. He slammed 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 reach up under the seat 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, Town
They On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be [Repeat 2x]

Goddamnit. It's 2 more in the cooler once in the back of the store. Pull my hand-ax out that back and then him
some more. I charged, but he busted me in the head with a pepsi. No effect, I left him on the floor epilepsy. With
Their necks severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the glass into the
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 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 seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm swinging at em.
knock their chin off their face, but they still coming at me, out, they wanna base. They Must think my white
are giant crack rocks. I Gotta 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, Every
They Always On The Hunt For
Never To Be Found 2x]

They don't have a brain left behind 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
worst 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 Champagne cork in the hole and that was it. Basehead Zombies, of em'
and more. With the steam roller, roll em' over flat on the floor. Their like dead ass bodies walking around 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 out they ass.

OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They On The Hunt For Something
They Missing
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
Always On The Hunt 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 Out Your Heart And Smoke It
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
Always On The Hunt For Something
They Missing
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
They Always On The Hunt For
They Missing
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They Always On The Hunt For
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
They On The Hunt For Something
Nevery To Be