An Itty Bitty Evil Little Lullaby (from Epithet Erased) ft. Kyle Igneczi & Dani Chambers Lyrics

Boss, would you sing to me to help me sleep

Oh, sure! I mean

I guess that I can sing a little lullaby

An itty bitty evil little lullaby

I'll rock you to sleep

With my earthquake machine

As all of the passersby scream

We're gonna die

I guess that I could sing a little shoo-bee-dop

A rock or pop or country bop and never stop

Protect you from heat

With a freeze ray or beam

And all of the victims will scream

Well, they'll try, but they're frozen, so they can't

You get it

I need you to know

That wherever you go

I'll protect you from pain, rain or snow, or heroes

And when you're alone

Just call me on the phone

And I'll loan you a clone, or a DRONE, or a GOAT

And with a devil-horned mount

Who needs sheep you can count

Make the goat giant-sized

We'll take over the town

With all of my boys

We'll eliminate noise

With our doomsday machine and our

Giant-sized toys

Boss

Huh

Oh, right, this is supposed to be a lullaby

Sorry

Uh, hmm

This time I'll try my best and I'll be quieter

Maintain a volume lower than a rioter

With my dulcet tones

You can rest all your bones

Unless they pop out as a skeleton

And that skelly-gal will do a little skelly-dance

And next she'll find a partner for some nec-romance

No

Okay

The skelly-gal will do a little skelly-dance

A corpse performin' choreo that's quite advanced

She'll wiggle her hips

And her xylophone ribs

And summon the apocalypse

Better

I need you to know

That wherever you go

I'll protect you from pain, rain or snow, or heroes

And though you're just bone

There's no need to bemoan

I'm a gravestone away

I'm your wraith chaperone

And with our powers combined

Who knows what we may find

Might just be so inclined

To take over their minds

They'll all join the chant

Evil pawns, evil plans

We could crush them like ants

Mmm

But we shan't

Because

Rest must come first or else

Evil can't prosper

Ya gotta take care of the minions you foster

Dollars on burlap

For crimes we've committed

That sack's for tomorrow, tonight you just hit it

Forty winks in the night

Forty thieves the next day

The only assault that you hit is the hay

You're guilty of tired

you won't be acquitted

Get all bundled up in this blanket I knitted

Take over their minds… skeleton

Goodnight, Bear Trap