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Bonus Battle
Woody
Vs
Chucky
Begin!

A ragdoll wants a rap brawl?
I'm not the kind of toy you'd wanna dance with
Ain't seen a faker hunk of plastic since Tiffany's "enhancements"
I mean you dug your sh*t in my spotlight
I got a comeback you couldn't dream of, rookie
So how much Woody could a wood-Chucky chuck if a wood-Chucky could chuck Woody?
Hold the gun on your sidekicks or run into my knife b*t*h
I'd play "hide your soul" but you're already lifeless
Stay PG and keep counting your sheep
While you sit in Bonnie's room alone, without a peep
Trust me, I'll strip your title as hot topic
Did your plot strings puppet that many f**king losses?
Thinking outside the box, Andy's off to college
While I still keep on rocking my box office

Those burdens you dug yourself in ain't something I'd ignore
'Cause I don't think that body count would help disburse your child support
As sheriff, I can't endorse a story milked six times or more
So tell me, exactly what bragging rights does your franchise have in store?
You run on two legs, but your feelings are fake
After this: no more reboots for this snake
My lasso is cutting your wires, you got a big mouth for a fun-size Michael Myers
For dolls like you, we ain't got no tolerance
Even Sid's toys would throw you across the fence
You drew the line, this battle is your suicide, my movie's booting you aside; a rescue for your audience
Square up all you want in all your fancy ways
You will never be able to fill up Andy's grave
My destiny's a legacy, your story's ending right here
'Cause by now your buzzkill's burnt out in this light-year

You're armless in this show, sir, a failed stunt for your shoulder
So put a gun in your holster, or f**k off my posters!
I Hamil'd it up!
I've been toppling cities, scaring the p*ss outta kiddies
b*t*h, I'm Andy's owner
You Hamm it up, riding your owner like it's a piggyback
You're Woody Wood-pecking all up over Andy's shoulders
I'm in mint condition, but from a bloody background
You're my sloppy second, but a hand-me-letdown
Bullseye spits harder than Woody, you got nothing
While I make the beat drop like "Andy's coming!"
My name lives in the doll, I have insanity lead
You're called Woody, 'cause you fell down the family tree
If you're as beloved to Andy as you think, he'd call the doctor
But to him, you're just as alive as his father

Don't go dissing others for their titles, partner
"Good Guys" is your legacy
You're the poster boy for playtime, the only street you're running is Sesame
I don't hold you to high standards, in my part of town you're too young
Yet you're smart enough to connect to tech but too dumb to plug your head to your tongue?
I'm off into the sunset, let's not prolong our argument
"To infinity and beyond", muffles Chucky from the bottom of the bargain bin

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