| Song | Basehead Attack |
| Artist | Insane Clown Posse |
| Album | Hell's Pit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Esham, ICP | |
| So there I was watchin' Sanford & Son, workin' the graveyard shift | |
| At the party store, rollin' a spliff | |
| In behind the glass I see crackheads all night | |
| But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't feelin' so right | |
| My first sighte 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 comes another one jumpin' 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 quickly started kicking | |
| Beat him with the crowbar till he finally stopped twitching | |
| Looked behind me, seen another zombie in the register | |
| I'm used to shoo'in' 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| Goddammit, it's 2 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 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!! | |
| 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 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 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 | |
| They don't 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, 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 steam roller, 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 ain't worth the shit out they ass | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 |
| zuo ci : Esham, ICP | |
| So there I was watchin' Sanford Son, workin' the graveyard shift | |
| At the party store, rollin' a spliff | |
| In behind the glass I see crackheads all night | |
| But tonight the moon is red and shit ain' t feelin' so right | |
| My first sighte 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 comes another one jumpin' 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 quickly started kicking | |
| Beat him with the crowbar till he finally stopped twitching | |
| Looked behind me, seen another zombie in the register | |
| I' m used to shoo' in' em off from beggin' from the customers | |
| But now I gotta reach up under the seat and grab the handax | |
| 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 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 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 | |
| Goddammit, it' s 2 more in the cooler once I' m back in the sto' | |
| Pull my handax 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!! | |
| 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 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 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 | |
| They don' t 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, 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 steam roller, 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 ain' t worth the shit out they ass | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 |
| zuò cí : Esham, ICP | |
| So there I was watchin' Sanford Son, workin' the graveyard shift | |
| At the party store, rollin' a spliff | |
| In behind the glass I see crackheads all night | |
| But tonight the moon is red and shit ain' t feelin' so right | |
| My first sighte 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 comes another one jumpin' 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 quickly started kicking | |
| Beat him with the crowbar till he finally stopped twitching | |
| Looked behind me, seen another zombie in the register | |
| I' m used to shoo' in' em off from beggin' from the customers | |
| But now I gotta reach up under the seat and grab the handax | |
| 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 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 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 | |
| Goddammit, it' s 2 more in the cooler once I' m back in the sto' | |
| Pull my handax 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!! | |
| 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 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 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 | |
| They don' t 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, 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 steam roller, 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 ain' t worth the shit out they ass | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 |