Insane Clown Posse - Hell's Pit - Basehead Attack lyrics

So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the gla** I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and sh** 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 fell over dead, but no blood, only dust, he's a f**ing 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 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 shooting em off from begging from the customers, but now I gotta reach up under the seat and grab the hand-ax. Whipped it from there and stuck it into his back. THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS! They On A Mission They Always On The Hunt For Something They always missing THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS! Every City, Every Town They Always On The Hunt For Something Never To Be Found [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 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. With Their necks severed, f**ing zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the gla** into the parking lot. He tried to k** me, he told me "Gimmie Some Change!" All digging in my ear for it and sh**...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 f**ing it. I was outta there, I seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm f**ing swinging at em. knock their chin off their face, but they still coming at me, hands out, they wanna base. They Must think my white eyeballs are giant crack rocks. I Gotta slap em' out they funky a** socks...HELP ME!!! ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They On A Mission They Always On The Hunt For Something They Always Missing ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! Every City, Every Town They Always On The Hunt For Something Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x] They don't have a brain left behind their empty eyes. They want crack, rocka, c**a and they buzzing like flies. You might pull 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 they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them dirty b**hes 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 smoke blowing out the side of his head. He Put A Champagne cork in the hole and that was it. Basehead Zombies, millions of em' and more. With the steam roller, roll em' over flat on the floor. Their like dead a** bodies walking around without the ghost. With no clue where the f**ing heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities were given, they let em' all pa**. Now they themselves ain't worth the sh** out they a**. ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They On A Mission They Always On The Hunt For Something They Always Missing ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! Every City, Every Town They Always On The Hunt For Something Never To Be Found ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They Coming For Your Goods Simultaneously In 50,000 Neighborhoods ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They Coming Out The dark And They Coming For You They Wanna Pull Out Your Heart And Smoke It ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They On A Mission They Always On The Hunt For Something They Always Missing ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! Every City, Every Town They Always On The Hunt For Something They Always Missing ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! They On A Mission They Always On The Hunt For Something They Always Missing ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!! Every City, Every Town They Always On The Hunt For Something Nevery To Be Found