Babysitter

Hurt your son, he wants mum, oh, what fun
Entrusted with him, alone with her
Babysitting, babyslitter
Your daughter I'll slaughter, fun galore
You're to blame for their pain
You are why they're to die
Took my time with your lady
Made gravy from your babies
I was impressed by the mess
I found within your kids flesh
Tucked the large chunks into bed
Couldn't find much, too well spread.