[Verse 1: James Corden]
I admit that Annie's both talented and sweet
And it's hard to say anything about her that's mean
But I'ma try my best and air it out like tank-tops
And like her movie Get Smart, her rhymes are gonna flop
Oh! Did I touch on something a bit ill-willed?
Am I the Drake of this battle, and Anne is Meek Mill?
Now it's her turn to try and act a little scary
'Cause the only Catwoman I acknowledge is Halle Berry

[Verse 2: Anne Hathaway]
A Catwoman diss? Gosh! What do I do?
I can't make fun of you, James, 'cause no one's heard of you!
Now that I finally have a chance to speak
I say your rhymes are like your ratings, they're incredibly weak
They say "Don't quit your day job," but you really should
I looked you up on IMDb, it said... nothing good
Google "James Corden is...", it says "hopefully dead"
I'm like your wife... I watch Seth Meyers instead

[Verse 3: James Corden]
Anne's playing hardball, you wanna act mean?
I'll leave you shaking and crying, like your Les Miz scenes
You say no one's watching, but my views, they stay consistent
Call me Meryl Streep, 'cause YOU my assistant!
This isn't just for me, it's for the whole UK
Mad at your awful British accent in the movie One Day
Trust me, I won't lose this to an impostor
It's more likely they'll ask you again to host the Oscars
[Verse 4: Anne Hathaway]
Blimey, guv'nah, did me accent make you sick?
Are you also allergic to wearing suits that fit?
Or did you just grow a couple sizes since you got dressed?
You look like a KFC bucket with a lot of extra breast
You're the worst British export since smallpox
And you're more full of shit than a kitty litter box
I saw the One Direction game you did with that tattoo
The one direction that makes sense is away from you

[Verse 5: James Corden]
You can talk about my jacket size, but Anne, that was a reach
Your verse went on and on, like your Oscar acceptance speech
It's hard to be mean when I thought of you so highly
I gotta take you out, and erase The Princess Diaries
Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, slap the tiara off your head
De Niro was The Intern, tonight it's you instead
Congrats on your new movie, Through the Looking Glass
I'm sorry about this battle, you can kiss my fucking ass

[Verse 6: Anne Hathaway]
Ass-kisses and disses, weak lines full of misses
I'll be real with you now, so you just can't dismiss this
You can try to knock me down round after round
But I promise you, Anne Hathaway, she won't stay on the ground
I was hated and shaded, but now I been liberated
There's nothing you can say to leave me incapacitated
I've heard everything, you, man, none of it broke me
I love you, I love your show, the Carpool Karaoke
I battle with love and joy so I am always unafraid
But son, now you know how it feels to get Hatha-slayed