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G-Funk Goblins - Master of Puppets

Who pulls your strings? If you cut the strings… Can you stand? Or do you fall? 👹 In an age of algorithms and digital strings, G-Funk Goblins return with a heavy-hitting manifesto on freedom, manipulation, and breaking out of the digital cage. "Master of Puppets" isn't just a track; it's a wake-up call for anyone who feels that "the chain on your neck's got a corporate stitch". “You call it freedom, they call it payroll.” 💸 If you feel the vibe, cut the cords and join the Horde! 🤘👹🤘 Support the Goblin Horde: ✅ Subscribe for your daily dose of G-Funk and rebellion: ‪@GFunkGoblins‬ All Rights by Ovidiu Mihai/Whisper Man © 2025 🔔 Hit the bell to never miss a drop! Key Lyrics: "Every click like a trigger squeeze, every ‘like’ just a leash." "You think you’re the wolf... but you howl on command when they count your teeth." "Say it loud — WHO OWNS YOU?" Credits: Vocals: Blue Cap & Red Cap Produced by: G-Funk Goblins #gfunkgoblins #numetal #darkgroove #newmusic2026 #rock #metal #StayGoblinStayCool Stay Goblin, stay cool 🤘👹🤘 LYRICS: [Intro] [Blue Cap] Pull the string… Make the doll move… Make it dance... [Verse 1][Blue Cap] Cut strings Tight fists Who pulls Your switch Wake up Mouth full of sawdust Clock hands Tied to my wrists Boss man barking in the background Selling you a script like a faith and a fix Blue screen Burning in your eyelids Scroll, scroll Feeding the itch You think you’re choosing every move you make But the chain on your neck got a corporate stitch [Red Cap] Smile wide Sell your data Sign here See you later Freedom branded Pre-approved You don’t run — you’re moved [Pre-Chorus][Red Cap] Every click like a trigger squeeze Every “like” just a leash You say you stand on your own two feet But you dance when they release [Chorus][Red Cap] Master of puppets Hands on your halo Yanking your head to the hollow halo Dance on the wire Call it your say-so You call it freedom They call it payroll Master of puppets Smiling in plain clothes Writing your rage in a brand-new logo You light the fire They own the payload You call it living They call it control [Verse 2][Blue Cap] (Yeah) Dark echoes in the back of your skull Whispering “buy, fight, die, stay dull” Static in your veins when you tap that vein Little hit, little drip, little loop, same chain You pray to a screen in a locked-off room Hearts in a row going boom, boom, boom You think that you’re the wolf in a world of sheep But you howl on command when they count your teeth [Red Cap] Outrage packaged, shipped overnight Trending anger by candlelight You scream “wake up!” in a sponsored thread While the algorithm tucks you into bed You flex rebellion in designer brands Raise your fist with compliant hands You want a war but you stream it live Subscription rage to feel alive [Pre-Chorus][Blue Cap] Every voice in a tidy row Every hero on a show You say you think for yourself alone But your thoughts are preloaded code [Chorus][Red Cap] Master of puppets Hands on your halo Yanking your head to the hollow halo Dance on the wire Call it your say-so You call it freedom They call it payroll Master of puppets Smiling in plain clothes Writing your rage in a brand-new logo You light the fire They own the payload You call it living They call it control [Bridge][Blue Cap] Cut the cords Feel the scars Shake that voice In your heart [Both] Who’s that face Behind your rage Is it you Or the cage (hey!) [Red Cap] Look in the mirror — who’s moving first? You or the hand inside your shirt? You or the script you memorized? You or the fear you monetize? [Breakdown][Red Cap] Say it loud — WHO OWNS YOU? Say it again — WHO OWNS YOU? You want truth? CUT THE STRING. You want life? FEEL THE STING. No more hands above my head No more voices instead of me No more leash around my speech No more profit off my grief [Final Chorus][Red Cap] Master of puppets Hands on your halo Yanking your head to the hollow halo Dance on the wire Call it your say-so You call it freedom They call it payroll Master of puppets Smiling in plain clothes Writing your rage in a brand-new logo You light the fire They own the payload You call it living They call it control (Control — control — control…) [Outro] [Red Cap] If you cut the strings… Can you stand? Or do you fall?