[Intro: Bart Simpson]
Bart bludclart Simpson
Springfield gaza yeah (Zenith)
Shellers arena
Yaga
[Verse 1: Bart Simpson]
Ay Stewie
How you love off balls and batty
If I slap this nena one more time
You will no longer be chatty
About you ain't no bitch
When you dress like one
No wonder Peter drinks, come like you wanna disown his son
Let's play this game
It's called slap off shots and none will exit your brain
Grown man business, stay in your lane
Make man jump around like House of Pain
Smooth criminal when I dip and glide
Grip my blade and gut them sides
About rambo, you fuckin' lied
Stewie askеd for Brian
Well, he got sheffеd and he fuckin' died
Big head baby, go and cry
If I grab the heater
Beat the nena
Man will fry
I'm still in the bitch with Smithers
Tell him bring out the sticks
And Milhouse stay with the 'chete (Yaga)
And bore up man for anyting petty (Whoosh)
About giggidy, I heard you and Quagmire love get fiddily
But that ain't a surprise
Stewie does dragging the baby disguise
And Chris love tek Fila
Ay DJ give me a wheeler
And Peter shook, man you don't get beater
Blood bathed then call for a clean up
My name's Bart, I roll with apes
So best you bow to Ceasar
Don't make me get dark when Stewie get shook an' freeze up
Peter fa get stab up
Lois she fa get dug uh'
Meg's everytin' long like ladder
Stewie get wrapped like weed in grubba
Sideshow Bob get chopped with a cleaver
Nelson ain't bad, in jail he got beat up
Punctured organs make the boy leak up
Turn man duppy then call for reaper
Bart bludclart Simpson
Rise my ting and hit, I don't miss them
[Verse 2: Nelson Muntz]
Dunno who told him I am a punk
Bruv are you skunked
Stardog grew in my people
Must of turned a boy dumb
Heard your FITS, suburban kids and weed don't mix
You might be big over but big over there ain't big
Simpson I know where you live
Wrestle with ha, can help him
Locked and full arms to the back of ya head
Call that full nelson
My playground and none of youse welcome
Milhouse I'll catch your dad
And make you watch when I practice jabs
Bart's a distracted lad just acting bad
Like yard's an attractive pad
How many toilets you have to see
How many times did I have to break you
How many times did you have to bleed
You had a bedroom and a TV
You had a life that Homer bankrolled
I was eatin' tadpoles doin up street
What you know 'bout grease
Pussy, I'm the real bully on scene (Haha)
Put the finger to your mum (Haha)
Watch the skater boy run (Haha)
Marge screamed at her son (Haha)
Camp out where you live (Haha)
Help myself to the fridge (Haha)
Homer serving the drinks (Haha)
Grandpa in a blink (Haha)
Fuck this you think I won't catch you at 3:30
Think you can get on that bus bruv
Let's see who's about dad can save who yeah
It's that time
Big Nelson (Haha)
[Verse 3: Ned Flanders]
It's Ned Flanders
Shout out all of my left 'anders
You'll get left wiggly
When man grip this skiddidily
I'm out 'ere in the field like Willie is
I don't wanna 'ear about giggidy giggidy
Fam you're literally mini me
I'll take your bitch to the Philippenes
Got plenty of arms like millipedes
That's why squares get lit like Billie Jean
Peter will get punked to the jaw
A jaw can't do much on the floor
I got big strap tucked to my balls
But it feels like I'm wearing nothin' at all
Nothin' at all
[?] can't get stuck in the wall
I still got trust in the Lord
Like Maldives, man'll get slumped to the morgue
I tell a man okely dokely
Thank God that I ain't got a poke in me
Leave man 'oly like rosary
Got bars but I ain't got more with me
Out 'ere doin' bits with Bart
And I got two sons that'll kick man's arse
Know goes down in Springfield darg
We got snakes in boots and drinkin' clowns
[Verse 4: Quagmire]
Two wap in a car
That's gyal on skeng
We'll ride on Simpsons
Live on insta, Bart best shut up before I ride on infants
Milhouse lookin' like a pile of symptoms
Do I have to spell it out, we pitch men
Or I'll put a shotty to Homer's stomach
He'll fly into Flander's kitchen
Marge come chill with a real OG
And leave that fool, he's a big spen
Glenn skeng, walks with the big leng
And the food is 10/10
You man is getting on nerves, then say when
Man come true with a made men
Leave Flanders slumped on the pavement
Or cuff with the jewels like Amen
[Verse 5: Homer Simpson]
I heard that Stewie tried send for Homer
Likkle man you must be a smoker
Get round there in a bruk down rover
With a 15 tryna turn man over (Come 'ere)
About you tried send for Bart
Likkle man don't be moving fast
I really got a wap tryna blam your darg
Tryna blam your darg
Tryna blam your clart
About diss man, you're crazy
I'm spinnin' my whip 180
I know that Pete is fugazi
He won't back Stewie, that's crazy
He won't back Stewie, that's nuts, nuts
Ching ching splash for his guts
I'm really in the field, I'm a tug
And I really do road on my ones (I do)
Don't lie to the viewers you mug
You never bust on Lisa's face
But I know what your mum does want
Last week she tried give man brain
Lol, that's cray
She wants a real strong man at your place (She does)
She wants a real strong man at your yard (She does)
She wants a real strong man in the way (She does)
I'm afraid I can't do that love
I got Marge and that is my bae
But let's get back to your son
I got suttin' to ruin his fate
Stupid kid you eedyat
You'll get put in your place
You best cut when I back that gauge (Ay come 'ere)
You best cut when I back that gauge (Ay come 'ere)
[Verse 6: Sideshow Bob]
Ha, yeah, it's Sideshow Bob
Fresh out the box, let's find those opps
Crash corn in dingers and write those off
And I got TT up in my bro's loft
You woulda thought I signed to Simon Cowell
Cah I still fuck with the psychos what
And if your guy's snitchin' but my bro's not
I won't come with the smith like iRobot
And man know I'm a bad boy, bad breed killer
Chasing Bart made my hair get thinner
Them man there, they too inner
That's another spike in ya head if I swing this chinger
And this bim was a dinger
Will crash it if I spot man in my rear view mirror
Still with dirt like digger
Still get chingy, in and out of jail like Digga
Back then when I didn't have no ps
Didn't wanna leave man alone like stalker
That's why I ran boxes like Chisora
Tryna get my stack a likkle bit taller
When I catch flights it's to Bora Bora
I don't wanna be on the block with a borer
But I can't leave that shit to chance
Might still get you bored though like France
Ching man, take your food then dart
Life in a orange jumpsuit is hard
Tryna make this count like a student card
I just stream 'bout money and shooting Bart
I don't care whether you come Bart
Let me show a man who's in charge
I had boxes in a whip like I was moving yard
So it's gonna be a guten tag
