Resident Enis (feat. Markiplier & Dodger)

Chapter 54, page one hundred and five
Create a hellhound antidote and keep your victim alive
It says to cover one eyeball and the other one too
(What for?)
That's what the book says to do

We'll need a pile of raisins and a magical word
I like to use the term "Linguine" 'cause it's pretty absurd
And once we've found ourselves some raisins, pour them into a shoe
Then flick your ear - that's what the book says to do!

We have to iron a cactus, stick a bee in your nose
And then we'll eat a plate of flapjacks, draw some faces on toes
We'll all hold hands until they're sweaty, we'll pretend we can fly
And if we don't - we'll die!

(I made that part up.)

Here, hold this!

Now you take a creepy baby doll and shake it all around
Then you shriek like a weasel while you flail on the ground
Then once we've done that for two hours
Throw the baby down stairs
Then we'll hit each other with metal chairs

I'm having second guesses 'bout this spell-casting stuff
Okay, I found a couple tutus...
That's not nearly enough!
Next we'll scatter someone's ashes as we throw a parade
And then we'll sit and have a séance while we're playing Old Maid

Wear a big hat
Drink from this jar
None of this song makes sense so far

(I hope I have some chickens left!)

I don't know what he's up to, but it's certainly weird
He keeps asking for toenails...
...and a leprechaun beard!
I don't think we should trust him, he's completely insane
And all the nonsense we're doing seems expressly inane
Oh we should totally kill him!
Yeah, it seems like you're right
I mean, he looks pretty puny...
Won't be much of a fight
We can sneak up behind him!
Drive a stake through his heart!
Do your worst!
Ladies first!
If you won't impale him, then Enis will start a new verse!

We've gotta whittle a pickle
Eat some parmesan cheese
And then we'll all watch a movie
("OH NO NOT THE BEES")
And next we'll take out the garbage
Summon hellbeasts from space
And then when the portal closes
Pull his sleeve up to expose his wounded arm
And kiss your friend's dead face!

Let's expel our space-bound hellbeasts
And we'll take out the trash
We'll watch a flick and eat some cheese
And cut a pickle and dash
Inside we'll play kazoo and wear a hat
Use metal chairs like baseball bats
And flail and fly and paint all your toes
We'll eat some flapjacks and stick bees in your no- never mind
We'll grab a shoe to fill with snacks
And flick your ear with sneak attacks
And scream "Linguine!" to the max
So here it goes!