Prototype vs. Harley Sawyer

Lyrics

Intro
[glitching TV static, distant factory alarms]
(yeah)
Poppy scream in the vents, lights flicker then die
Playcare kids in the dark, hear the prototypes cry
Huggy blood on the floor, Mommy snapped from the wire
You can follow the trail of teeth to my fire (ha)

Chorus
Prototype in this bitch, I’m the arm in the rafters
I’m the hand that snatched your idols, turned your heroes into chapters
Dr. Sawyer in the lab, you a footnote in my laughter
This a Playtime rap war, I’m the glitch and you the crash, sir

You made the monsters, I’m the monster of your monsters
Poppy in my palm, I puppet gods, I puppet sponsors
You just scribble in your notebook while the orphans get devoured
I’m the consequence of every fucked-up thing you powered

Verse 1 – Prototype (low, menacing)
Raised from scrap, I’m the patchwork king
Limbs stitched, steel ribs, hear the chain-link sing
Lost my body, lost my name, lost everything
So I’ll take this whole damn factory under my wing

Arm in the vents, feel that drag on your spine (shhh)
Every toy that you twisted now reports to my line
You fed Playcare kids to experiments, “for science”
Now every dead-eyed mascot’s in a blood oath alliance

Huggy in the hall, that was just my pawn
Boxy Boo popping out while I pull the strings from the dawn
Mommy’s bones on the cogs, you remember that grind?
That snap in her spine? That was me reassigning her mind

You wrote “Project 1006” like a crown on my cage
Now the number’s just a curse that’s engraved in my rage
You wanted perfect obedience, a pet in the dark
You got a god with a grudge and a dissected heart

I watched you gas the kids with “smile serum,” you freak
Record their screams on tape, call it “data” each week
You hold clipboards, I hold throats over pits
You own patents, I own ghosts that tear your limbs to bits (yeah)

Pre-Chorus – Prototype
You signed the orders, I sign the eulogies
You got degrees, I got eulogies
You built a coffin out of colored plastic dreams
I’m the broken hand crawling up out that machine

Chorus
Prototype in this bitch, I’m the arm in the rafters
I’m the hand that snatched your idols, turned your heroes into chapters
Dr. Sawyer in the lab, you a footnote in my laughter
This a Playtime rap war, I’m the glitch and you the crash, sir

You made the monsters, I’m the monster of your monsters
Poppy in my palm, I puppet gods, I puppet sponsors
You just scribble in your notebook while the orphans get devoured
I’m the consequence of every fucked-up thing you powered

[Verse 2 – Dr. Harley Sawyer (sharper, mocking)]
Harley in the house, wipe the blood off my specs
I’m the reason every piece of you connects
You’re a rancid little riddle I designed in a text
An equation gone viral, I’m the architect of your wrecks

Let’s talk facts, freak, you were still on the floor
A pile of dogshit metal in a Box A-4
Till I sketched out tendons on a coffee-stained form
Gave you servos, gave you sockets, gave you hunger as a storm

“Perfect toy, human brain” — that was my innovation
Not a demon, just a product of my sick imagination
Every kid I signed away to Playcare’s rotation
Became a lab rat note in my god-tier creation

You think you’re vengeance? Bitch, you’re brand extension
Huggy, Mommy, Catnap all my fucking inventions
I turn trauma into plush, that’s return on investment
You’re my break-even point when the board shows dissent, bitch

You brag about the