Big Boss
This track is instrumental.
Steaming engine, secret station Gangsters’ hideaway Loading cargo, precious cargo Freight of giggle juice Crate by crate Due for sale by morning Car by car Crew is packing heat Old rattler in the night Headlights piercing darkness There's no fear of rival gangs As beach and trees roll by Old rattler in the night Headlights piercing darkness Could they guess that engine cabin's Packed with dynamite? Bombs go off Mobsters fall like bowling pins Green skins hop From every hole and bin Goblin mob Opt for twelve gauge fire mayhem Human chops Aren't exactly gunmen Aren't exactly fighters Aren't exactly rivals anymore Hooch crates Key to dough and dolls Hereby Lights the star of goblin mob
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025
Try this brand The flavor's grand It's goblin finest malt Score a hit Or simply score With finest goblin malt Famed be Praised be Green malts from the Old World Perfect both in Shots or highballs - Sign of perfect blend Our brand new hooch It's more than meets the eye Our brand new hooch It makes you feel alive Never before You have tasted Pure liquid gold, gold, gold, gold Green and tart Smooth and rich One and only whiskey You’re a shine You’re a catch For most attractive doll, doll, doll, doll Ears a-steaming Eyes a-popping Goblin's finest malt Side effect Off the track Off you go for minor violence Green waves Wash away Shame and afterthought Choose your weapon Choose your stage It’s your benefit performance Brawl, gunplay Brawl again Now you’re the trouble boy Green malt! Green malt!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
Ladies and gents, Fill your glasses Our next performance Is not meant for prudes A singer, a dancer She'll make you feel dizzy An evergreen gal From evergreen woods, woods Fresh as a pile of, Graceful as cripple, Her teeth and voice As sharp as a saw Languishing eyes Hazy with duckweed Her frame's so curvy As curvy are her bones How come she's the only singer Fave of the audience, fave of the bar? How come every night they book her? How come she's the only star? One by one they disappeared Pompous bitches, human whores Arrogant broads now rest in a dumpster Chopped into pieces by the goblin doll One by one - and there were none Rivals now be driven away with a gun Don't you know that She's the only one Marilyn choked On a cherry pit, Shirley met With a random van Jessica ran Headlong in a mirror Betty took off from A top window pan
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025
It ain't a plain job To build delight empires Not for the green skins Out of space and time They deem it's too much Our red lights, our gin mills They deem we're feeble, Ain't worth a rotten dime A pack of vultures Wants us either canned or popped Storm clouds gather Over trouble boys Both mobs and coppers Will come for our heads They have been warned Oh well, they had some choice One more burst Off you go to dine with angels One more shot Kiss the ground, kiss the floor One more burst This is our hooch and wenches One more blast Send them through the wall! Oh, the joy of firefight (yeah!) Tommy Guns will set it right (right!) What a ritzy, bloody night! We paint the walls red We glee at fire flashes We let the bombs fly Yet they're pushing on Why, let them test our Red velvet, golden fortress All packing heat, our Goblin boys are pumping metal One more burst Off you go to dine with angels One more shot Kiss the ground, kiss the floor One more burst This is our hooch and wenches One more blast Send them flying through the wall One more burst Off you go to dine with angels One more blast Send them through the wall! Oh, the joy of firefight (yeah!) Tommy Guns will set it right (right!) What a ritzy, bloody night!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
Gross! But his diamonds shine And his eyeballs smile And he takes a glance And they scram Boss! And his hooch is strong And his reach is long And he gives a nod And we glee Once we become insanely rich Chewing the mud be forever forgotten Once we become the infamous, most brutal mob Ride, ride His train to success To hills, to valleys Of dough and dolls Shine, shine In shade of his glory A tad maybe gory No matter the costs Hail, hail Notorious Big Shot We've been in a tight spot We thought all was lost Offers They cannot refuse It's not them to choose Cause he is Big Boss Now Mister Fatcat, Gone Mister Swamp Rat Mention not his past Not a hint
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.