Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Basehead Attack, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Hell's Pit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.08.2004
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Basehead Attack |
So there I was watchin' Sanford & Son, workin' the graveyard shift |
At a party store, rollin' a spliff |
I’m behind the glass, I see crackheads all night |
But tonight the moon is red and shit ain’t feelin' so right |
My first sight was a basehead tryin' to break into my car |
In plain view, too I ran out with a crowbar |
Hammered it across his cranium, he fell over dead |
But no blood, only dust, he’s a fuckin' basehead |
Here come another one jumpin' out of a tree |
But I ain’t even have to move, he missed by like twenty feet |
He slammed down on the pavement, I quickly started kickin' |
Beat him with the crowbar 'til he finally stopped twitchin' («Stop it! Stop! |
Stop it!») |
Looked behind me, seen another zombie in the register |
I’m used to shoo’in' 'em off («Get the fuck out of here!») from beggin' 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 somethin' they always missin' |
(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town |
They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found |
(And I’m like «What the fuck?!») |
(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission |
They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin' |
(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town |
They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found |
Goddammit, it’s two more in the cooler once I’m back in the sto' |
Pull my hand-ax out that back and then attack him some mo' |
I charged, but he busted me in the head with a Pepsi |
No effect, I left him shakin' on the floor like epilepsy |
With they necks severed, fuckin' zombies for rocks |
Another jumped my back and we went through the glass into the parking lot |
He tried to kill me, he told me «Gimme some change!» |
All diggin' in my ear for it and shit, deranged! |
I grabbed him by his head and tried to yank it to the left to break his neck |
But his head spun all the way around, and that was fuckin' it |
I was outta there, I seen another comin' out the grave |
Zombies, beggin' for change! |
I’m fuckin' swingin' at em, knock they chin off their face |
But they still comin' at me, hands out, they wanna base |
They must think my white eyeballs are giant crack rocks |
I gotta slap 'em out they funky-ass socks, help me! |
(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission |
They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin' |
(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town |
They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found |
(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission |
They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin' |
(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town |
They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found |
They don’t have a brain left behind they empty eyes |
They want crack rocka coca and they buzzin' like flies |
You might pull they arm off, you try to shake their hand |
Because their souls been gone, it’s just a shell of a man |
Walkin' around lookin' for rock anyway they can get it |
Even if you got AIDS, them dirty bitches let you hit it |
And you still gettin' something worse than 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 steamroller, roll 'em over flat on the floor |
They’re like dead-ass bodies walkin' around without the ghost |
With no clue where they fuckin' headed but the rock roast |
Opportunities were given, they let 'em all pass |
Now they themselves ain’t worth the shit out they ass |
(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission |
They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin' |
(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town |
They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found |
(The attack of the baseheads) They comin' for your goods |
Simultaneously, in fifty thousand neighborhoods |
(The attack of the baseheads) They come out the dark |
And they comin' for you, they wanna pull out your heart and smoke it |
(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission |
They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin' |
(Fuckin' baseheads) |
(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town |
They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found |
(Crack rocka coca) |
(And I’m like «What the fuck?!») |
(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission |
They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin' |
(Crack rocka coca) |
(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town |
They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found |
(«Hold up! I need change!») |
«tragedy, beautiful human being» |