Lois Griffin vs Chilli Heeler

[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATLES OF HISTORY!
LOIS GRIFFIN
VS
CHILLI HEELER
BEGIN!

[Verse 1: Lois Griffin]
It seems today, that all you see
Is stupid fucking children obsessed with Bluey
I’m gonna leave you fucked up like I was the dog breeder
Beat this bitch so bad, they’ll have to call in PETA
I got big stacks and a big rack
You’ll get smacked, your kid’s whack, Peeta’s got a big sack
I’d rather kill myself than listen to your silly songs
I know martial arts, so I’ll whoop this fucking Chilli Dog
Ay, I’m cooking Chilli and I won’t be sorry
Put a dog down with the Glock in my ‘rari
9/11? Bad. Your show? The worst. (Crowd Cheer)
Aussies more than 6 feet under, and they’re falling head first

[Verse 2: Chilli Heeler]
You truly are a red-head, cause those lines were soulless
Further proof South Park’s the only way you’re funny, Lois
You gambled by versing so preparе to meet an end
As I steal this victory like how you stolе your daughter’s boyfriend
Your marriage with Peter is a little bit touchy
Forced yourself onto him when he chose to not play Keepy Uppy
And if that wasn’t enough for this lousy attention seeker
She went down on Bill Clinton and seduced Justin Bieber
You're talking down upon my family like they're misfits
But yours just caused a bitch fit that made you ruin Christmas
So keep cluttering my joy with more bars
I expect nothing but blowing coming from a porn star

[Verse 3: Lois Griffin]
You’ve got that rectangle figure, and you’re dumb as a brick
Just one in the wall, like the guy who showed Meg his dick
Got a KISS from Gene Simmons, so you know that I go hard
Going strong since 99, bitch I’m the queen of Quahog
You’re so bland, the whole show could go on without her
This Chilli’s got no spice anyways, who wants chowder?
I know you’re feeling Bluey because your fetuses perish
With the way you’re losing babies, they should call you Miss Carriage

[Verse 4: Chilli Heeler]
That kleptomania is a problem of yours
Because I know I’ve heard that exact bar before
From your subpar bars and your recent writing’s slop
Everything you regurgitate just leads to a flop
A hypocrite since birth, with a show that’s just a brain kill
Light a fire in your ass just like I’m Brian’s pain pills
You’re washed up you old witch, don’t even try to pretend
Shots were fired! And Mrs. Griffin came crashing down again

[Outro]
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
EPIC RAP- *vomiting*
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