Greed Theme of Grom o' Lin Lyrics

The greedy Grom o' Lin

Growling and grunting for the coin in my ear

I said "that is nothing but a magic trick, my dear"

His skin green and teeming with beams of light

That pass over putrid pores

And bustling corpuscles

Forlorn without a horn

Like his enemy the Ox or his lover the Minotaur

Goblins: are real

Goblins: they steal

A goblin stole my drill

A goblin ate my krill

The goblins: are real

The goblins: they kill

"Just one bite" he said about my Junior McChicken

I said "to the Fuck Off Palisades with you, foul creature

From whence you came is a hellish pit, I'm sure

But I, too, am teeming with corpuscles and a feeling of being forlorn"

Goblins are real, this common knowledge is fact, of course

But what do you do when they steal your favorite horse?

Goblins: are real

Goblins: they steal

A goblin...

A goblin ate my krill

The goblins: are real

The goblins: they kill

The greedy Grom o' Lin - what a green little bastard!

Not just a con-artist but a twisted conventions master

A master plan over which he crafts his actions

No minions, no guards to keep him safe and fair

Just his eyes and intuition and desire for my mare

His plan is convoluted, involves trickery of genius

A skilled trade incentivized by inspirational Breen-ius

He rode my steed with such a false triumph away from it's stable

Later found him crashed and tangled in electric cables

Caught up with by the authorities not long after

And sentenced to firing squad battalion

That should teach the prick for even looking at my prized stallion

"I will leave this town", his tongue like scorched Earth

But I feel safe and welcome in my guarded little turf

Hey man...

Shout to da Minions man...

Minions got my back

Shout out to Gru and them...

Shout out to Gru all the Minions

I'm boutta spit some bars on this

Boutta drop some heat... yeah

Goblins beseech, high and low

In the sandy shores for a touch of gold

Through the arctic, field and mold

Upon their steps which they foretold

Just one scent of goblin greed

Can set any sane man free

For the insane...

A life sentence three

Wouldn't you agree?

Trip upon their treetop home

They will invite you to their throne

And after they have removed all but bone

The goblins will turn you into stone

Don't get caught in the goblins glare

The goblins could be anywhere:

The trees, the soil, in your hair

Let's just hope that you will get spared

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