partycrashing goblins (Cover)

VOIDPETAL

GOBLIN

VOIDPETAL

goblincore, clowncore, experimental electronic

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We smell the sweat, the spilled rum, the fear,
Door hinges scream as we kick ‘em in here.
Green tide rollin’, twenty deep, no brakes,
Human buffet? Motherfucker, that’s cake!
I snatch a wing, bones crunch in my jaw,
Dip it in lean—purple blood, that’s the law.
Snort the white line off a prom queen’s thigh,
She giggles, then cries—too late, say bye.
(Pre-Chorus)
I piss in the punch, watch the ice cubes float,
Another gob rips the bong from a frat boy’s throat.
We lick the mirror clean, tongues black with residue,
Then hump the subwoofer—bass makes the jizz shoot.
(Chorus)
We crash your party, filthy and green!
Eatin’ all your shit, stealin’ all your teens!
Your girl’s on my knob while you’re scrollin’ your feed—
Your boy’s gettin’ stretched by my cousin Creed!
We trash the whole pad, cum on the drywall,
Puke in the vents, shit in the crawl—
Scream it from the roof while the chandelier falls:
“THIS HOUSE IS OURS NOW—GOBLIN PROTOCOL!”
(Verse 2)
I raid the fridge, wedding cake down the hatch,
Frosting on my sack—your grandma’s a snack.
Boyfriend in the closet? I bend him like clay,
He moans “Daddy Goblin,” then begs me to stay.
We hotbox the john, fog thick as our balls,
Crack pipe’s a rake—scrape resin off walls.
TV hits the pool, sparks dance in the chlorine,
I fuck the lampshade—lightbulb still glowin’.
(Bridge)
Couch is ablaze, we roast marshmallows in piss,
Swing from the fan, dick-slap the abyss.
Humans cry “Insurance!”—we laugh, wipe our ass,
With their diplomas—frame glass in the grass.
(Chorus)
We crash your party, filthy and green!
Eatin’ all your shit, stealin’ all your teens!
Your boo’s ridin’ reverse while you’re callin’ the cops—
We nut on the badge when the pig squad drops!
Pizza in the toilet, baggies in the freezer,
Cum on the Mona Lisa—your mom’s a squeezer—
Scream it from the roof while the roof caves in:
“YOUR SECURITY DEPOSIT? SWALLOWED WITH GRIN!”
(Outro)
Sun creeps up, we moon the red-blue lights,
Leave a turd sculpture—call it “Human Rights.”
House is a crater, insurance denied,
But we carved in the rubble: “GOBLINS ABIDE.”
Next week we return—same stench, same thirst,
Lock your doors, pray hard—won’t help, you’re cursed.
We smell the fresh meat, the fear, the despair—
Goblin party crashers—nightmare extraordinaire.

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We smell the sweat, the spilled rum, the fear, Door hinges scream as we kick ‘em in here. Green tide rollin’, twenty deep, no brakes, Human buffet? Motherfucker, that’s cake! I snatch a wing, bones crunch in my jaw, Dip it in lean—purple blood, that’s the law. Snort the white line off a prom queen’s thigh, She giggles, then cries—too late, say bye. (Pre-Chorus) I piss in the punch, watch the ice cubes float, Another gob rips the bong from a frat boy’s throat. We lick the mirror clean, tongues black with residue, Then hump the subwoofer—bass makes the jizz shoot. (Chorus) We crash your party, filthy and green! Eatin’ all your shit, stealin’ all your teens! Your girl’s on my knob while you’re scrollin’ your feed— Your boy’s gettin’ stretched by my cousin Creed! We trash the whole pad, cum on the drywall, Puke in the vents, shit in the crawl— Scream it from the roof while the chandelier falls: “THIS HOUSE IS OURS NOW—GOBLIN PROTOCOL!” (Verse 2) I raid the fridge, wedding cake down the hatch, Frosting on my sack—your grandma’s a snack. Boyfriend in the closet? I bend him like clay, He moans “Daddy Goblin,” then begs me to stay. We hotbox the john, fog thick as our balls, Crack pipe’s a rake—scrape resin off walls. TV hits the pool, sparks dance in the chlorine, I fuck the lampshade—lightbulb still glowin’. (Bridge) Couch is ablaze, we roast marshmallows in piss, Swing from the fan, dick-slap the abyss. Humans cry “Insurance!”—we laugh, wipe our ass, With their diplomas—frame glass in the grass. (Chorus) We crash your party, filthy and green! Eatin’ all your shit, stealin’ all your teens! Your boo’s ridin’ reverse while you’re callin’ the cops— We nut on the badge when the pig squad drops! Pizza in the toilet, baggies in the freezer, Cum on the Mona Lisa—your mom’s a squeezer— Scream it from the roof while the roof caves in: “YOUR SECURITY DEPOSIT? SWALLOWED WITH GRIN!” (Outro) Sun creeps up, we moon the red-blue lights, Leave a turd sculpture—call it “Human Rights.” House is a crater, insurance denied, But we carved in the rubble: “GOBLINS ABIDE.” Next week we return—same stench, same thirst, Lock your doors, pray hard—won’t help, you’re cursed. We smell the fresh meat, the fear, the despair— Goblin party crashers—nightmare extraordinaire.

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