[Verse 1: Peter]
My homeboys call me Peter
Let's play follow the leader
Cuz you're trailing me in ratings
Since I entered in the theater
We're the next generation
And your show is so outdated
And why are your kids so weird
Wait, are you and Marge related?
Take Chris for example
Versus little Bart
He'll crush that spiky punk
And leave him at the Kwik-E-Mart
And here's the real joke:
Putting me versus you
That's like Osama Bin Laden
Going up against Apu

[Verse 2: Homer]
Follow the leader?
Your clock
It needs some cleaning
We were a number 1 hit
While Seth MacFarlane
Was wet dreaming
My kids are way cooler
They got the swag of Homer J
And even your dog Brian
Knows your baby Stewie is gay
In the game since '89
And the fans want more
We're cartoon pioneers
Haven't you been cancelled before?
Our movies are gold
That's right
Box Office Hits
And your spin offs are tiny
Like the size of your dick
[Verse 3: Peter]
Alright Homer
You've gone a step too far
I'll come to Springfield
Kick your ass
And leaving you lying in Moe's Bar
Your nuclear plant buddies
They cannot help you now
And I cleaned Marge's streets
With my Griffin snowplow
Your movies are gold?
Well, Our DVD's are platinum
More teenie boppin' sales
Than a Justin Bieber album
There's only room for one king
So pack your bags and go
This battle was a bad decision
Or in your words...
D'oh!!

[Verse 4: Homer]
[Hm]
Come to Springfield?
You wouldn't last a day
But every time I'm in Rhode Island
Lois is begging me to stay
At the plant we spit heat
A lesson you should learn
And I'll make it rain on all you punks
Like my name is Monty Burns
There's only room for one king
Now that's one fact that's true
And I hope it's not the family
Where the dog has the highest IQ
This battle left you battered
And lying face down in a ditch
They'll have to rename your show
And call it Family Bitch