Playtime vs. Showtime

Lyrics

Intro
dark synths rising
(Yeah)
Welcome to the slaughter show
Mascots on the murder flow
Playtime
Showtime
You ain’t makin’ it home alive

Chorus
It’s Huggy vs Freddy, better pray, motherfucker
Two halls, two coffins, pick a way, motherfucker
Blue fur, brown suit, same fate, motherfucker
You the prize in the middle of the game, motherfucker
Who’s worse?
They both grin when you suffer
Clock ticks
You just meat for a monster
One bite
One grab
Lights out, motherfucker
Huggy vs Freddy, choose a grave, motherfucker

Verse 1 – Huggy Wuggy
Step in the factory, bitch, I’m the brand
Big blue bastard with the long-ass hands
Stretch that spine like a rubber band
Make you kiss that floor, that’s a fucking crash-landing
You’re a busted-ass bear, smellin’ pizza grease
I’m the plush from the pit, I make nightmares feast
You got kids in your chest? I got kids in the vents
Every scream that I hear put a smile on my teeth
I’m the long-armed lunger, the vent-duct hunter
You’re a Chuck E. Cheese reject dumpster
I race through the rails, you waddle like a grandad
Shit, you only scary in fan art thumbnails
I’m the merch that they ban from the shelves
Parents pissed ‘cause their brats wet themselves
I go click, clack, grab from the dark
You go glitch, lag, stuck, then you fall apart
You’re a worn-out suit with a dead kid whinin’
I’m a fresh-built freak with the body count climbin’
You wanna bite? I swallow whole
Turn the night guard into ragdoll pulp (ha!)

Chorus
It’s Huggy vs Freddy, better pray, motherfucker
Two halls, two coffins, pick a way, motherfucker
Blue fur, brown suit, same fate, motherfucker
You the prize in the middle of the game, motherfucker
Who’s worse?
They both grin when you suffer
Clock ticks
You just meat for a monster
One bite
One grab
Lights out, motherfucker
Huggy vs Freddy, choose a grave, motherfucker

Verse 2 – Freddy Fazbear
You a toy shop typo, sit the fuck down
I been runnin’ graveyard shifts ‘cross every town
You a one-hit wonder, I’m a franchise curse
They write plushies of you, I get children in a hearse
I’m that restaurant relic, rotten king of the lobby
Little bitch, you just tall, that’s not a personality
I got cameras, doors, whole crew on your ass
You got staircases, bitch, I got sixty nights of wrath
I hear that metal in the walls when you crawl
I been stalkin’ little guards since you were on the damn wall
I make power run out, then I stare till you piss
You just trip and you slip while you chase in the mist
You brag about vents, I pop eyes in your skull
Rip the stuffing from your chest, leave the belt hole dull
I got bite dates, lawsuits, cults, and a choir
You got… what? One tape and a rusty-ass flyer
You ain’t fear, you a TikTok trend
I’m the reason every kid won’t close they eyes again
So bring that lanky ass down from the rail
I’ll turn that blue fur into mop string tails

Bridge – Back-and-forth
beat drops, bass half-time
Huggy: You’re slow as fuck, grandpa, swing those paws
Freddy: You just run, bitch, I’m the one who rewrites laws
Huggy: I rip heads off, paint the halls in a splash
Freddy: I rip souls out, wear a child like a mask
Huggy: You need backup, fox, chick, and a bunny
Freddy: You got dolls, tape freaks, and a flower that’s