ICP: Basehead attack

(Shaggy 2 dope)So there i was watchin sanford & son, workin the graveyard shiftAt the party store, rollin a spliffIm behind the glass i see crackheads all nightBut tonight the moon is red and shit aint feelin so rightMy first sight was a basehead tryin to break into my carIn plain view, too i ran out with a crowbarHammered it across his cranium, he fell over deadBut no blood, only dust, hes a fuckin baseheadHere comes another one jumpin out of a treeBut i aint even have to move, he missed by like 20 feetHe slammed down on the pavement, i quickly started kickingBeat him with the crowbar till he finally stopped twitchingLooked behind me, seen another zombie in the registerIm used to shooin em off from beggin from the customersBut now i gotta reach up under the seat and grab the hand-axWhipped it from there and stuck it into his back(chorus 2x)The attack of the baseheads!They on a missionThey always on the hunt for somethingThey always missinThe attack of the baseheads!Every city, every townThey always on the hunt for somethingNever to be found(shaggy 2 dope)Goddammit, its two more in the cooler once im back in the stoPull my hand-ax out that back and then attack him some moI charged but he busted me in the head with a pepsiNo effect, i left him shakin on the floor like epilepsyWith they necks severed, fuckin zombies for rocksAnother jumped my back and we went thru the glass into the parking lotHe 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 neckBut his head spun all the way around and that was fuckin itI was outta there, i seen another comin out the graveZombies, beggin for change!!Im fuckin swingin at em, knock they chin off their faceBut they still comin at me, hands out, they wanna baseThey must think my white eyeballs are giant crack rocksI gotta slap em out they funky ass socks...help me!(chorus 2x)The attack of the baseheads!They on a missionThey always on the hunt for somethingThey always missinThe attack of the baseheads!Every city, every townThey always on the hunt for somethingNever to be found(violent j)They dont have a brain left behind they empty eyesThey want crack rocka coca and they buzzin like fliesYou might pull the arm off em if you try to shake they handCuz their souls been gone, its just a shell of a manWalkin around lookin for rock anyway they can get itEven if you got aids, them dirty bitches let you hit itAnd you still gettin something worse than you already gotI seen one catch one in the head, not even know he got shotIt was crack smoke blowing out the side of his headHe put a champagne cork in the hole and that was itBasehead zombies, millions of em and moreWith the steamroller, roll em over flat on the floorTheir like dead ass bodies walkin around without the ghostWith no clue where they fuckin headed but the rock roastOpportunities were given, they let em all passNow they themselves aint worth the shit out they ass(chorus)The attack of the baseheads!They on a missionThey always on the hunt for somethingThey always missinThe attack of the baseheads!Every city, every townThey always on the hunt for somethingNever to be foundThe attack of the baseheads!They comin for your goodsSimultaneouslyIn 50,000 neighborhoodsThe attack of the baseheads!They comin out the darkAnd they comin for youThey wanna pull out your heartAnd smoke it(chorus 2x)The attack of the baseheads!They on a missionThey always on the hunt for somethingThey always missinThe attack of the baseheads!Every city, every townThey always on the hunt for somethingNever to be found