ICP - Basehead attack

(Shaggy 2 dope)So there i was watchin sanford & son, workin the graveyard shift At the party store, rollin a spliff Im behind the glass i see crackheads all night But tonight the moon is red and shit aint 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, hes a fuckin basehead Here comes another one jumpin out of a tree But i aint even have to move, he missed by like 20 feet He slammed down on the pavement, i quickly started kicking Beat him with the crowbar till he finally stopped twitching Looked behind me, seen another zombie in the register Im used to shooin em off 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(chorus 2x)The attack of the baseheads!They on a mission They always on the hunt for something They always missin The attack of the baseheads!Every city, every town They always on the hunt for something Never to be found(shaggy 2 dope)Goddammit, its two more in the cooler once im 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 thru the glass into the parking lot He tried to kill me, he told me gimmie 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!!Im 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!(chorus 2x)The attack of the baseheads!They on a mission They always on the hunt for something They always missin The attack of the baseheads!Every city, every town They always on the hunt for something Never to be found(violent j)They dont have a brain left behind they empty eyes They want crack rocka coca and they buzzin like flies You might pull the arm off em if you try to shake they hand Cuz their souls been gone, its 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 Their 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 aint worth the shit out they ass(chorus)The attack of the baseheads!They on a mission They always on the hunt for something They always missin The attack of the baseheads!Every city, every town They always on the hunt for something Never to be found The attack of the baseheads!They comin for your goods Simultaneously In 50,000 neighborhoods The attack of the baseheads!They comin out the dark And they comin for you They wanna pull out your heart And smoke it(chorus 2x)The attack of the baseheads!They on a mission They always on the hunt for something They always missin The attack of the baseheads!Every city, every town They always on the hunt for something Never to be found