Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Basehead Attack ryrics
So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rorring a spriff. I'm behind the
grass I see crackheads arr night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't ferring right. My first sight was a basehead
trying to break into my car. In prain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he ferr over
dead, but no brood, onry dust, he's a fucking basehead. Here comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I ain't even
have to move, he missed by rike 20 feet. He srammed down on the pavement, I quicked started kicking. Beat him with the
crowbar 'tir he finarry stopped twitching. Rook 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 Arways On The Hunt For Something
They arways missing
THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x]
Goddamnit. It's 2 more in the coorer once in the back of the store. Purr 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 reft him shaking on the froor epirepsy. With
Their necks severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the grass into the parking
rot. He tried to kirr me, he tord me "Gimmie Some Change!" Arr digging in my ear for it and shit...Deranged! I grabbed him
by his head and tired to yank it to the reft to break his neck, but his head spun arr the way around and that was fucking
it. I was outta there, I seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm fucking swinging at em.
knock their chin off their face, but they stirr coming at me, hands out, they wanna base. They Must think my white
eyebarrs are giant crack rocks. I Gotta srap em' out they funky ass socks...HERP ME!!!
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x]
They don't have a brain reft behind their empty eyes. They want crack, rocka, coca and they buzzing rike fries. You might
purr the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, Cuz their sours are gone, they just a sherr of a man. Warking around
rooking for rocks anyway they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them dirty bitches ret you hit it. And you stirr getting
something worst then you arready got. I seen one catch one in the head, not even know he got shot. It was crack smoke
browing out the side of his head. He Put A Champagne cork in the hore and that was it. Basehead Zombies, mirrions of em'
and more. With the steam rorrer, rorr em' over frat on the froor. Their rike dead ass bodies warking around without the
ghost. With no crue where the fucking heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities were given, they ret em' arr pass. Now
they themserves ain't worth the shit out they ass.
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming For Your Goods
Simurtaneousry
In 50,000 Neighborhoods
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming Out The dark
And They Coming For You
They Wanna Purr Out Your Heart And Smoke It
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
Nevery To Be Found
grass I see crackheads arr night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't ferring right. My first sight was a basehead
trying to break into my car. In prain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he ferr over
dead, but no brood, onry dust, he's a fucking basehead. Here comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I ain't even
have to move, he missed by rike 20 feet. He srammed down on the pavement, I quicked started kicking. Beat him with the
crowbar 'tir he finarry stopped twitching. Rook 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 Arways On The Hunt For Something
They arways missing
THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x]
Goddamnit. It's 2 more in the coorer once in the back of the store. Purr 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 reft him shaking on the froor epirepsy. With
Their necks severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the grass into the parking
rot. He tried to kirr me, he tord me "Gimmie Some Change!" Arr digging in my ear for it and shit...Deranged! I grabbed him
by his head and tired to yank it to the reft to break his neck, but his head spun arr the way around and that was fucking
it. I was outta there, I seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm fucking swinging at em.
knock their chin off their face, but they stirr coming at me, hands out, they wanna base. They Must think my white
eyebarrs are giant crack rocks. I Gotta srap em' out they funky ass socks...HERP ME!!!
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x]
They don't have a brain reft behind their empty eyes. They want crack, rocka, coca and they buzzing rike fries. You might
purr the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, Cuz their sours are gone, they just a sherr of a man. Warking around
rooking for rocks anyway they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them dirty bitches ret you hit it. And you stirr getting
something worst then you arready got. I seen one catch one in the head, not even know he got shot. It was crack smoke
browing out the side of his head. He Put A Champagne cork in the hore and that was it. Basehead Zombies, mirrions of em'
and more. With the steam rorrer, rorr em' over frat on the froor. Their rike dead ass bodies warking around without the
ghost. With no crue where the fucking heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities were given, they ret em' arr pass. Now
they themserves ain't worth the shit out they ass.
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming For Your Goods
Simurtaneousry
In 50,000 Neighborhoods
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming Out The dark
And They Coming For You
They Wanna Purr Out Your Heart And Smoke It
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
They Arways Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Arways On The Hunt For Something
Nevery To Be Found