Lyrics Resident Enis (Instrumental) - Random Encounters

AJ (Enis):
Chapter 54, page 105,
Create a Hellhound antidote,
And keep your victim alive!
It says to cover one eye ball,
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 "LINGUINIE",
Cause it's pretty absurd.
And once we found ourselfs some raisns,
Pour them into a shoe.
Then flick your ear-
That's what the Book says to do!

We'll 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!

Now we take a creepy baby doll,
And shake it all around.
Then you shriek like a weasel,
While you flail on the ground.
And once you've done that for 2 hours,
Throw that baby down the stairs,
And then we'll hit eachother with metal chairs.

I'm having second guesses 'bout this spell casting stuff...

Mark (Markiplier):
Ok, I've 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 seance,
While we're playing Old Maid.

Wear a big hat,
Drink from this jar!

Mark and Dodger:
None of this song makes sense so far!

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 anain!

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!

Mark and Dodger:
If you won't impale him,
Then Enis will start a new verse!

We gotta whittle a pickle,
Eat some Parmesam cheese.
And then we'll all watch a movie!
And next we'll take out the garbage,
Summon Hellbeasts from space.
And then when the portal closes,
Pulls his sleeve up to expose his wounded arm and kiss your friend's dead face!

Let's expell our space-bound Hellbeasts,
Then we'll take out the trash.
We'll watch a flick,
And eat some cheese,
And cut a pickle and dash-
Inside to play kazoo and wear a hat,
Use metal chairs like basball bats.
Flail and fly and paint all your toes...
We'll eat some flapjacks and stick beast in our no-
...Nevermind...

We'll grab a shoe to fill with snacks,
And flick your ear with sneak attacks,
And scream "LINGUINIE" to the max,
So here it goes...