Greed Theme of Grom o' Lin

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 Hehhehehe