Poppy vs Freddy: Mascot Massacre

Lyrics

Intro
[ominous choir swells, bell toll, sub drops]
half-whispered
Step in the factory
Step in the pizzeria
Pick your poison

Chorus
Mascot massacre
Clock in, who’s clockin’ out? (huh?)
Steel grin, stitch-smile
Somebody get boxed and bound (boxed up)
Night shift, red shift
Who really runs this town?
Poppy Playtime, Freddy Fazbear
Who shuts the other down? (down, down)

Verse 1 – Poppy Playtime
Yeah, it’s Playtime
Rust in my teeth when I say my lines
Toybox titan, track full titan
You’re a broke-down band at a daycare riot
I’m that mold in the pipes
That recall notice you tried to hide
You’re a kids’ meal prize with a stage and lights
I’m the lawsuit waiting with a jagged bite

You’re a faulty fuse, I’m a blackout
I don’t need cameras, I just drag clowns
Whole facility a maze of regret
Every hallway hummin’ like a cigarette chest
You stall in a hallway, stuck in a loop
I sprint on the ceiling then drop from the roof (woo)
You’re scared of 6 AM, punchin’ your card
I’m the tape they burned in the CEO’s yard

Got Huggy ready, long arms off the chain (skrrt)
He don’t need vents, he use the drain
Kissy in the rafters, cat-napping their brains
Even Boxy got a better box than your stage
You’re jump-scare junk, I’m patient dread
You’re five short nights, I’m centuries fed
You got cheap jumps on a swivel cam view
I’m the thing that makes you mute, then moves

Chorus
Mascot massacre
Clock in, who’s clockin’ out? (ayy)
Steel grin, stitch-smile
Somebody get boxed and bound (boxed and bound)
Night shift, red shift
Who really runs this town?
Poppy Playtime, Freddy Fazbear
Who shuts the other down?

Verse 2 – Freddy Fazbear
(hunh)
Welcome to the show, little factory freak
You a tape on a desk, I’m a decade deep
I’m the handbook page that your devs all read
When they learned how to turn cute plush into dread

I’m the pay stub poison, minimum wage
Turn a nightguard’s yawn to a primal shake
You a puzzle in a hallway, slow-burn stake
I’m a door with a light when the power gauge breaks
You brag about catwalks, I built the path
For every mascot maniac tryna cash grab
Every glitch in your code trace back to my past
Purple-stained history, you just latex trash

I got legends in the vents, hear the names in the chant
Chica in the kitchen, Bonnie snappin’ the band
Foxy in a dead sprint, hook in his hand
When the curtain get pulled, every kid understand
We turned birthdays to funerals, party hats to shrines
You turned layoffs to lore with a sad tagline
You chase one tech down a scripted rail
I got whole fan theories filling legal mail

You think your VHS can outlast my tapes?
I got 8-bit scars and an 8-game wake
Sister location, Fazbear Frights
You still tryna market your first true fright
You’re a toyline cursed, I’m a timeline carved
In the skulls of the ones who unplugged my heart
Red eye in the dark of a pizzeria grave
I’m the reason every hallway game gets made

Chorus
Mascot massacre
Clock in, who’s clockin’ out? (who?)
Steel grin, stitch-smile
Somebody get boxed and bound (get bound)
Night shift, red shift
Who really runs this town?
Poppy Playtime, Freddy Fazbear
Who shuts the other down?

Verse 3 – Poppy Playtime
(laughs)
You the granddad goat, but I eat my kings