I think it’s time to draw how this little punk is going down
The way he’s challenging me got him acting like a clown
It’s not Chris to you, it’s Hatboy, bitch!
But instead, call me Homer, ‘cause I’ll choke you with my disses!
I’m delivering these lines, like how I deliver Newspapers
You dumb phoque, I need to eat a marshmallow so I’ll finish you off later
Write this down on the chalkboard, all you do is cause trouble
There’s no use for you on the show, so go skateboard out of this battle!
I’m Bart Simpson, who are you, tubby?
It’s sad that comparing you to your dad, you’re more chubby
I’m a Simpson, you’re just from some messed up family
How can I take you seriously, you get amused by giggling keys!
You already lost this one, just listen to my crowd
Hell, if Ralph ever saw you, he would be like “I hate men now!”
You think you’re going to win, I think you have lost it
I’ll be more scarier than the monkey hiding in your closet
You’re just some yellow turd, with a show that’s a pile of concrete
You planned to get married, even though you’re younger than me
I’ll make you feel ashamed that you're bully will say Nelson Muntz:
Haha! Chris Griffin:
Cause at the end of this, you’ll be screaming “Ay caramba!”
Bartman has just begun, I already took him down
I’ll be chilling with my dad, go back to making out with Milhouse
I can make a better rap even when I fart
By the end of this, we’ll rename this episode to Dead Bart
All you are is a copy of your dad, with even less brain cells
I'll take you down faster than what I did to Krabappel
When I leave you beheaded just like Jebediah, no one will get mad
The chance of you winning is more freaky than you marrying your dad
Now I have to admit Chris, you are quite a well rounded kid
But its pretty sad when even Meg thinks you’re retarded
Don’t ever try to fuck with Cupcake Kid, or else, you’ll be hurt
I won this fight fair and square, now go back to making out with Herbert