Basehead Attack - Insane Clown Posse

So there I was watchin' Sanford & Son, workin' the graveyard shift

At a party store, rollin' a spliff

I’m behind the glass, I see crackheads all night

But tonight the moon is red and shit ain’t 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, he’s a fuckin' basehead

Here come another one jumpin' out of a tree

But I ain’t even have to move, he missed by like twenty feet

He slammed down on the pavement, I quickly started kickin'

Beat him with the crowbar 'til he finally stopped twitchin' («Stop it! Stop!

Stop it!»)

Looked behind me, seen another zombie in the register

I’m used to shoo’in' 'em off («Get the fuck out of here!») 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 somethin' they always missin'

(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town

They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found

(And I’m like «What the fuck?!»)

(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission

They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin'

(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town

They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found

Goddammit, it’s two 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 through the glass into the parking lot

He tried to kill me, he told me «Gimme 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 somethin' they always missin'

(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town

They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found

(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission

They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin'

(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town

They always on the hunt for somethin' 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 they arm off, you try to shake their hand

Because 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 steamroller, roll 'em over flat on the floor

They’re 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 somethin' they always missin'

(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town

They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found

(The attack of the baseheads) They comin' for your goods

Simultaneously, in fifty thousand neighborhoods

(The attack of the baseheads) They come 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 somethin' they always missin'

(Fuckin' baseheads)

(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town

They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found

(Crack rocka coca)

(And I’m like «What the fuck?!»)

(The attack of the baseheads) They on a mission

They always on the hunt for somethin' they always missin'

(Crack rocka coca)

(The attack of the baseheads) Every city, every town

They always on the hunt for somethin' never to be found

(«Hold up! I need change!»)

«tragedy, beautiful human being»