Tricky The Clown Vs Springtrap (Feat. Pe$O Pete & King Mewtwo)

Enter the Madness!
Get into Combat and I'll send you
Back to your tattered attraction!
Raggedy rabbit
Lookin' like Energizer's advertising
For battery acid! You are invalid
Murdering children 'cuz you're
A pathetic washed-up little Faz-been!
Turn you to scrap and there's no rebuilding
Yourself when I tear of a f-ton of Afton!
Somebody, clean up this Withered brit! (Hank)
Looking and smelling worse
Than Queen Elizabeth!
I'm making rackets with Wimbleton! (Hank)
You're watching people swing
Racquets at Wimbledon! Shoddy designer
Just look at what those locks do
Only thing you've been
Building are law-suit's
You got off Scott-free knowing you won't die
Pumped full of Remnant, talk about Pro-life!
Your creator built up a stuffed up wallet
And that moron used it to
Fund some fucked up causes!
Defended his actions because it's
What God wanted! I went and asked Jebus and
He said "Fuck Scott Cawthon!"

(When I said we needed "some wrappers"
I'm glad you'd still come
But dude, you won't believe it
We found one, a real one) greetings, Doctor
I trust you're working hard
So why not set some time aside
To build some fucking arms!
You're acting like a Baby
Throwing tantrums with no purpose
And you call yourself a clown?
More like the entire Circus!
My killing spree is endless
I'm never out of options
Unlike your only weapon
I show no signs of stopping!
And yes, I target children, true, but
I would never groom them, please!
Your fans are safer with me
Than in your communities!

You've done it now, you're screwed!
I won't back down to you!
You don't kill clown, you fool
Step back as clown kills you! Mask off
How 'bout we dig into this
Jack-off with disses Halloween Edition?
'Cuz Afton's a frickin' absentee
And villain Quit rapping
And visit back to see your children!
Passed off parenting 'cuz William had to
Be hidden acting as a businessman
Tragically, silly daddy saw his
Kids get attacked
By the same contraptions he was building
While gone, I met with your wife
And we tend to get a bit quirky at night
I'm stuffing her birthday suit
That ho is bad, can't salvage your body so
She throws it back!
Bad luck, now Sit n' Survive
'Cuz I got the Improbability Drive!
The devil is here and your
Soul's for the taking your hell begins now
So don't keep me waiting!

Your charade of a god has
Brought me far little terror
Compared to this jester pestering
Me with Audio Errors!
So either put back on that dumb mask
Or lock up your sprung traps
You can try to burn me, but Tricky
I always come back
I suppose I should've guessed your
Rhymes would mean nothing
When this Flash-in-the pan is only
Known from Friday Night Funkin'!
Lyrical serial killer
You're just a sniveling wimp
So this rabbit will leave you scooped
Up 'cuz tricks are for kids
You know the power that you've
Harvested can't actively be harnessed
You're just tasked to be The
Auditor's distraction while he's watching
But now Afton's left you
Charred and bodybagged
So I'll be thought of as The Man Behind
The Slaughter of the sham inside Nevada