[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLE PARO-DI-I-IES
PETER GRIFFIN
VS
HOMER SIMPSON
BEGIN

[Verse 1: Peter Griffin]
This Griffin's about to tear apart this flabby marshmallow
You're such a coward, your artist even draws you yellow
I'm clearly the better family guy! This battle isn't even fair
My popularity is even bigger than your wife's blue hair
I'm Adult Swimming in glory! My fame can reach no higher height
You're home alone with your wife, I'm drinkin' beer with Jesus Christ
Quit Quahogging the spotlight and go back to your yellow slut
You better Hit & run away, because I'm Groening you to dust
You're just a donut addicted bum of overly portly proportions
But besides that, you're honestly Fred Flintstone's abortion
Your rhymes are even weaker than your old father
We all know I'm gonna win this rap, so why even bother?
Simpson, don't start bitching! I don't want to hear a sound
We should call you Herbert the Pervert, with all those children around
Go home, Homer! With your ugly pink Sedan
Flipping you the bird is the word, my fellow yellow man

[Verse 2: Homer Simpson]
I'm nuclearly bringing heat, I'll power plant you in defeat
The only beef that you're bringing is in your stomach, Pete
Your family's just known for stupidity and masturbation
At least unlike yours, my son actually has some characterization
You're married to a nasally voiced bitch, who acts like a prude
Plus, you even found out your son has a bigger dick than you
I spit rhymes fast like a Kwikki Mart! I'm coming in with an overload
I lyrically murder, violently, like an Itchy and Scratchy episode
We'll feast on a Blue Harvest by the time I'm done with this fag
I'll Mr. burn you with disses real fast, like it's a cutaway gag
I'm grinding up this Griffin! You're just your pet dog's hoe
And, Your new episodes are worse than your buddy Cleveland's show
Enough with the fart jokes, just pack your bags and leave
Your entire life is just a re-hash of Larry & Steve
How can your family stand you? I've already had enough
Just shut your fat mouth, and go get me a Duff
[Verse 3: Peter Griffin]
God, your verse was longer than my fight against the chicken
Your lazy ass shall be plastered on the floor screaming and kicking
Sure, our humor can be the topic of toilets and urinals
But at least we don't make awful jokes at funerals
I've had my pet since the beginning, your's drop like flies, lookie
Let's see how many dead cats it takes to realize you're a pussy
You'll remember the Griffin family name, after your drunk ass is beat
I guess you could say kicking your ass was pretty freakin' sweet

[Verse 4: Homer Simpson]
D'oh! Those harsh words you're spitting really burn!
Your new-aged shit can't compare to the recognition I've earned
Do television a favor, and just cancel yourself again
You can call your life the Cleveland Show cause this is the end
I've got neighbors who are friends; who do you know, meanwhile?
A former auctioneer, a paraplegic, and a crazy pedophile
I'm going to leave you and the rest of your family crying
The same tears they cried when that car hit Brian

[Outro]
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
EPIC RAP BATTLE PARODIES