Spendin' all yo' time
makin' y'castle, diamond floors
Dandelion dye

wool carpets, rollercoasters indoors
You cleared out the mines
of Moria, yeah, ya eatin' cakes

raising ocelots
you like (you you) you like pressure plates.


You got big ideas
about defeating nasty ender dragons
I see ya

from my secret sand cave, where I been
big-schemin'
layin' red stone underneath your castle, you best

believe it,
truth, son, I got somethin' planned for ya


PRE-CHORUS
I don't harvest wheat
I don't cook my meat

All I do is grief
That's right


(Yah...)
I don't harvest wheat
(Yah...)

I don't cook my meat
(Yah...)
All I do is grief

(Yah...)
That's right
[That's right, that's right, that's right]

[right, right, right]
[ah ah ah ah ah...]
I'm a minin', craftin' griefer man.


CHORUS
I'm a

Ah I'm a
I'm a minin', craftin' griefer man.


I'm a
Ah I'm a
I'm a minin', craftin' griefer man.


minin', craftin' griefer man.