Greed Theme of Grom o' Lin

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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 F*ck 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
Hehhehehe

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