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 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 upside his cranium, he fell
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 slammed down on the pavement, I quicked kicking. Beat him with the
'til he finally stopped twitching. Look behind me, seen 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
it into his back.

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

Goddamnit. It's 2 in the cooler once in the back of the store. Pull my hand-ax out that back and then attack him
some more. I charged, but he busted me in the head with a pepsi. No effect, I left him shaking on the floor epilepsy.
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 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, out, they wanna base. They Must think my white
eyeballs are giant rocks. I Gotta slap em' out they funky ass socks...HELP ME!!!

OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A
They On The Hunt For Something
Always Missing
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
They On The Hunt For Something
To Be Found [Repeat 2x]

They don't have a brain left 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 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, Them dirty bitches let you hit it. And you getting
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 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 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 For Something
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
They Always On The Hunt For
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 Always On The Hunt For
Always 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 For Something
They Always
OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Town
They On The Hunt For Something
To Be Found