Night of the Living Baseheads - Insane Clown Posse

Here it is, bam

And you say «Goddamn, this is the dope jam»

But let’s define the term called dope

And you think it mean funky now, no

Here is a true tale

Of the ones that take it are the ones that fail (Aw yeah!)

You can use if you wanna use

Sell your shoes, arms full of tracks and bruises

The problem is this, they can’t stop it

Some even suck dick holes to try to cop it

Sellin', smellin', sniffin', trippin'

And others try to get swift and

Break in your home, rob their own

While they shrivel up down to bone

Dead zombies walking around

Please don’t confuse this with the sound

I’m talking about

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Ba-ba-ba-ba"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

Bass!

Bass!

Ba-ba-ba-bass!

(It was the night)

«One, two, three, four, five, six, seven»

«Years ago»

I pulled out the hatchet to chop the throat of those who sell the dope

And hack the back of those who burn the crack

Shame on a sucker when he dealin'

In the same park where children be chillin'

And everybody know, another kilo

On a corner from a buster keep another below

Stop illin' and killin', and stop dealin'

Get smacked up (Yo cap a peelin')

Four, five o’clock in the mornin'

Wait a minute y’all, the fiends are fiendin'

Day to day, to day, they say no other way

Your death is all that’s left

We’re talking 'bout

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Ba-ba-ba-ba"(It was the night)

«Hold, hold it!

Listen»

«We gon' get on down, now!»

«How-how-how-how-

How low can you go?»

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How low can you go?»

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How low can you go?»

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How low can you go?»

Listen!

I see it on their faces

(First come, first serve basis)

Standing’on line, checkin' the time, homies all playin' the curb

The same ones that used to do herb (Yo)

Now they gone, draggin' on

Dope in the arm, no longer right or wrong

Brainless, nameless, soulless

Reekin' of odors, huntin' for boulders

A man cashin' checks once said to me

He knew a guy that was lost off in the street

And at night he went to sleep

And in the morning, all he had was the sneakers on his feet

And this fool used to jam and rock the mike

Now he hunts for rock to fill his pipe

As he wanders 'round, his life a waste

He rides to a different kind of

Come on, y’all!

«Now»

«Wait a minute!»

«Run it back!»

It won’t last, you’ll be fast to dead your ass

Whether you sell or use, you still lose

(Ninjas and ninjettes!)

We’re talkin' 'bout

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Ba-ba-ba-ba"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

Bass!

Bass!

Ba-ba-ba-ba- (It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Bass!"(It was the night)

«Bass!

Bass!

Ba-ba-ba-bass»