So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the

glass I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead

trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he fell over

dead, but no blood, only 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 like 20 feet. He slammed down on the pavement, I quicked started kicking. Beat him with the

crowbar 'til he finally stopped twitching. Look 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 Always On The Hunt For Something

They always missing

THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something

Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x]



Goddamnit. It's 2 more in the cooler once in the back of the store. Pull 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 left him shaking on the floor epilepsy. With

Their necks severed, fucking zombies  for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the glass into the parking

lot. He tried to kill me, he told me "Gimmie Some Change!" All digging in my ear for it and shit...Deranged! I grabbed him

by his head and tired to yank it to the left to break his neck, but his head spun all 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 still coming 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!!!



ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They On A Mission

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something

Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x]



They don't have a brain left behind their empty eyes. They want crack, rocka, coca and they buzzing like flies. You might

pull the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, Cuz their souls are gone, they just a shell of a man. Walking around

looking for rocks anyway they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them dirty bitches let you hit it. And you still getting

something worst then 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 walking around without the

ghost. With no clue where the fucking heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities were given, they let em' all pass. Now

they themselves ain't worth the shit out they ass.



ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They On A Mission

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something 

Never To Be Found

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They Coming For Your Goods

Simultaneously

In 50,000 Neighborhoods

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They Coming Out The dark

And They Coming For You

They Wanna Pull Out Your Heart And Smoke It

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They On A Mission 

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They On A Mission

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

Every City, Every Town 

They Always On The Hunt For Something

Nevery To Be Found