| Song | Odd Goblins |
| Artist | Swollen Members |
| Album | Brand New Day |
| [Verse 1 - Madchild:] | |
| ****** the swabblin' I'm just hobnobbin' with hobgoblins | |
| From Vancouver to Providence, mobbin' to solve problems | |
| Standin' on this hard concrete but still wobblin' | |
| Rockin' on this Rob V. beat with full confidence | |
| A monster stompin' on ya, smash your brains into lasagna | |
| With the angriest persona, hot like Shane was in the sauna | |
| I'm the ******' best man, you're the maid of honor | |
| I jump around and shave my head like I'm Sinéad O'Connor | |
| Prev rockin' dreads like Bob Marley and the Wailers | |
| While carrying a blade as big as Sinbad the sailor's | |
| I'm the gnarliest, louder than a Harley is | |
| I still spit retardedly smart, known for my tardiness | |
| Sponsored, I get boxes of Monster, Diamond, and RDS | |
| I'm ******' single now so tell me where the party is | |
| Hardly anyone from Hollywood to house a parliament | |
| When argue with the fact I eat a beat like it was marmalade | |
| My thoughts are carbonated, meanin' that they're bubblin' | |
| The problem is the darkness in my head is also troublin' | |
| Torn like I'm foreign in a new Porsche sports car | |
| Soarin' like its pourin', in a new form chorus starts | |
| [Hook - Madchild:] | |
| Tier 3 card carryin' barbarians | |
| Give her the long run, you're ******' with the wrong one | |
| [Verse 2 - Prevail:] | |
| I'm sma******n' you through plaster, I'll fly y'all through dry wall | |
| It's an eyeball for an eyeball | |
| You'll need more than a Tylenol | |
| Lullaby y'all, goodbye y'all, you'll die y'all before I fall | |
| It's a bylaw that my raw rhyme hit an all time high | |
| Spit it on time with an off time, now you're off line, swine | |
| Get your paws off mine before my jaws cause crime | |
| Leaps towards, across three or more continental lines | |
| I'm Optimus Prime, the pressure's fine, look out mankind | |
| I'm comin' forth, run or morph, immortals never fade away | |
| It's training day, spit this wicked sickness with the razor blade | |
| Who stays awake for days on end, creates amazing music blends | |
| Spiderman and his amazing friends, the Silver Surfer rides again | |
| Clabber the never | |
| My mic is endeavored, a level beyond all comparison | |
| I'm cannibal crush, I turn them to dust, I'm always defending the garrison | |
| Where in the hell is your backup now, looking for an exit route | |
| I line em up then light em up, I blow them up then X them out |
| Verse 1 Madchild: | |
| the swabblin' I' m just hobnobbin' with hobgoblins | |
| From Vancouver to Providence, mobbin' to solve problems | |
| Standin' on this hard concrete but still wobblin' | |
| Rockin' on this Rob V. beat with full confidence | |
| A monster stompin' on ya, smash your brains into lasagna | |
| With the angriest persona, hot like Shane was in the sauna | |
| I' m the ' best man, you' re the maid of honor | |
| I jump around and shave my head like I' m Siné ad O' Connor | |
| Prev rockin' dreads like Bob Marley and the Wailers | |
| While carrying a blade as big as Sinbad the sailor' s | |
| I' m the gnarliest, louder than a Harley is | |
| I still spit retardedly smart, known for my tardiness | |
| Sponsored, I get boxes of Monster, Diamond, and RDS | |
| I' m ' single now so tell me where the party is | |
| Hardly anyone from Hollywood to house a parliament | |
| When argue with the fact I eat a beat like it was marmalade | |
| My thoughts are carbonated, meanin' that they' re bubblin' | |
| The problem is the darkness in my head is also troublin' | |
| Torn like I' m foreign in a new Porsche sports car | |
| Soarin' like its pourin', in a new form chorus starts | |
| Hook Madchild: | |
| Tier 3 card carryin' barbarians | |
| Give her the long run, you' re ' with the wrong one | |
| Verse 2 Prevail: | |
| I' m sma n' you through plaster, I' ll fly y' all through dry wall | |
| It' s an eyeball for an eyeball | |
| You' ll need more than a Tylenol | |
| Lullaby y' all, goodbye y' all, you' ll die y' all before I fall | |
| It' s a bylaw that my raw rhyme hit an all time high | |
| Spit it on time with an off time, now you' re off line, swine | |
| Get your paws off mine before my jaws cause crime | |
| Leaps towards, across three or more continental lines | |
| I' m Optimus Prime, the pressure' s fine, look out mankind | |
| I' m comin' forth, run or morph, immortals never fade away | |
| It' s training day, spit this wicked sickness with the razor blade | |
| Who stays awake for days on end, creates amazing music blends | |
| Spiderman and his amazing friends, the Silver Surfer rides again | |
| Clabber the never | |
| My mic is endeavored, a level beyond all comparison | |
| I' m cannibal crush, I turn them to dust, I' m always defending the garrison | |
| Where in the hell is your backup now, looking for an exit route | |
| I line em up then light em up, I blow them up then X them out |