“The Goblins rolled up in a pimped out party bus,
Petey Pablo blastin on the stereo, they had their stuff
An unfamiliar smell of fear made them drool and lust
As they discussed, their disgust in that smell they didn't trust,
they shook off the doubt because they all had had enough
Time to gear up for this Skaven game, time to get rough!

From the kick, my looney just chopped this team at the knees!
It didn't seem like this game would become a breeze,
Good thing the Gobs were worried, they didn't press, they didn't scurry
They stayed back and made the mark, stomped a Lineman, ripped gutters apart
One by one, they flew off the field, No court case, no appeal
Judge Dread judgement, sentenced them all to solitary confinement
their cell is a hospital infirmary, not for repairs but for mental unsuitability
We Goblins scared the dickens right out of them, right until the end
Now these Rats are shaken under the covers, medicated with downers
they gnaw their claws, right off of their paws!
This fear resulted in a team retirement, but that wasn't really the intent.

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