Chucky’s Clearance Showdown

Yeah.

Charles Lee Ray.

The Lakeshore Strangler reduced to a toy.

Look at you now,

man.

From a major threat to a clearance aisle joke.

Let’s go.

Yo, you claim you’re a menace,

the ghost in the machine The most notorious killer that the world's

ever seen But you’re trapped in a body made of vinyl and

fluff Rocking primary colors,

thinking you're tough Two feet of plastic in a pair of overalls

Getting punted like a football down the apartment halls

I could end your whole franchise with a basic front kick

You’re a toddler-sized ginger with a kitchen knife gimmick You’re trying to

look scary, trying to be slick But you get drop-kicked by children,

you little plastic brick You spend thirty-plus years trying to transfer your

soul And you still haven't managed to complete that one goal (haha)

They call you the slasher that you can't ever kill But your

final defeats take absolutely no skill You’re a dark voodoo master,

a black magic threat But a regular lighter gets you completely upset

Folded by a fireplace,

melted to goop

Wrapped up in a blanket like a regular stoop

And don't talk about armor,

don't talk about shields When a regular handgun makes you clear out

the fields A couple standard bullets straight into your chest And the

indestructible killer is laid down to rest Go back to the factory,

look for a patch You’re a horror icon getting beat by a

match (chump)

Playtime is over.

Back in the toy box.

Good guys don't finish last,

they just finish you.

Chump.