[Verse 1: Huggy Wuggy]
Don't go looking for a flower inside Playtime's domain
Or I will pop a giant like the Macy's Parade
Buddy, your mall ain't getting used, so stop raising the roof
Went from broke to broken to broken into and now I'm breaking you!
Roll in, then stand in place, you call that a jumpscare?
How you gonna escalate? You can't make it upstairs!
I'm in mint condition, you're nothing but mulch and wet paper
So keep those hands in the air; embrace your French nature!
Listen, Paul Blart, why don't you try out a different diet?
You're so pale, they should call you the Iron-deficient Giant
I'll chew you in the food court, leavе you bite-sized with teeth like thеse
And show kids why it's important to eat your greens!

[Verse 2: The Rolling Giant]
Let's put this on tape, so you'll learn in time
You couldn't corner me in malls, unless you're merchandise
I rolled into your chapters waiting for the scary part
And the biggest horror was the bill put on my credit card
Funny looking toys soak the floor with blood
For an experiment, you love repeating formulas
I suppose we both evoke some sense of nostalgia
'Cause you remind me of the dozen trends you copied off of
I know you love attention but, dude, don't make me follow you
I'll get up in your lens and show the world how a dolly zooms
[Verse 3: Huggy Wuggy]
You're not Salad Fingers 'cause you're holding onto leaves
I saw you decompose before the oldest view released
You spent every birthday rolling in the deep, the loneliest I've seen
You're like the only piñata no one wants to beat
I could give a tight hug but it'll be quite rough
When I squeeze the life from MoistCr1TiKaL dried up
What more can you do? Sitting through your tape is torture enough
You call it "experimental", I call it "boring as fuck"

[Verse 4: The Rolling Giant & Mall Announcement]
Attention to all customers, our mall staff would like to advise that the Giant is now on the loose. We advise that you consistently check behind you-
Or else he'll find you
I'll do a favour to this genre by stomping on washed-up Monsters Inc
You're the doll that couldn't monitor jack 'til the box was dropped and you got the slip
Don't bother a monolith meant to honor a botanist
Or next time we're talking poppies, your grave will have them on top of it!
Don't run after me when you've run out of all your gimmicks
Swapped with Kissy because you're someone we won't be missing
And with Playtime's internet history, I would zip it
I'll torment you to levels that not even Mob could mimic
Make my wheels squeak when I process you into couch cushions
Watch me turn your security cameras into found footage
Don't ask me what I want, 'cause I can see it
Here lies a dead horse who's constantly beaten!