Billy the Puppet vs. Billy the Dummy

[Intro]
BONUS BATTLE!
BILLY THE PUPPET
VS
BILLY THE DUMMY
BEGIN

[Verse 1: Billy the Dummy]
A tricycle's appropriate if not at all appealing
'Cause no matter which chapter, you've always been left third-wheeling
Tragic background with a story that could give this puppet tears
But your plot threads have been twisted up like money is your puppeteer
Your horror stops at worn-out traps more dreary than unsettling
If I wanted you to suffer, I would just still your medicine
I would extract John Kramer's tongue and add him to my vocal list
But I don't need a smokers lung in order to sound sick

[Verse 2: Billy the Puppet]
Your verses are a danger to the game that we're playing
By that style of screenwriting, I don't have high expectations
Your moral compass is directеd by your aim for perfection
But it's skewеd by your uncanny grasp of flawed perception

[Verse 3: Billy the Dummy]
You're an Easter Egg in the background that everybody saw through
In a project Wan and Leigh Whannell chose over Saw II
I ain't heard no bigger bullshit since that book by Bobby Dagen
You tested your own doctors, but now you're testing my patience!

[Verse 4: Billy the Puppet]
You silenced Donnie Wahlberg off-screen at the end of your film
I smashed his head with chunks off ice; now, who got the cooler kill?
Try to lecture me with Goosebumps tales of ghosts that want to hunt me
Well, if we're talking about books, I'd recommend Hip Hop for Dummies
I'm burning masses, circling circumstances to surfaces
I'll work you perfectly in my Silence Circle and murder this
And if you're thinking I'm worthless, millions still love my violence
But the critics raving on your film? Dead silence

[Verse 5: Billy the Dummy]
The perfect doll can be built from preexisting beats
But cardboard tubes from paper towels wouldn't really fit
Built to entertain a child, but he died in the womb
Now, the only purpose you have left is rotting in a locked room

[Verse 6: Billy the Puppet]
My purpose lies in providing a treasured life forever
You follow my paparazzi to get in "Who Wore It Better?"
You're talking out your ass, elbow deep in your waste
If you only kill those that scream, then your entire theatre's safe