Mom (epic family guy rap song)

[intro] Shizzy be that Riot to that Ok [verse] Let me start this of With a giggity-giggity I'm a family guy You whole cripple Be feeling me Really see? I'm brawl All my fans screaming You' the shit Cause I'm on the ball Like a motherfuckin' Peter Schmidt Now, who is this? A Brooklyn boy With stewie griffin's weaponry You're dumber than Jillian Trying to stop me from counting my salary Remember me? Disaster I got the recipe Like Lois when she boxes I'm known to chin check MC's Claim your money straight Stop it You're like chris's monkey Staying in the closet Uh Thinking your matching my hight Try it Bitch, I'm flyer than Glenn Quagmire On auto-pilot My bitch bad and we steady flying That's why you're steady trying fuck my braud Like Brian I am Christobel With the auto-styling I'm peter when he had his own country A fucking tyrant As for your misses She know that i make her squirt So she fucking with the boy Like Herpert the pervert Death The reaper in this bitch Don't get bodied, nigga Got your mamma screaming in my room Like Ollie Williams I'm so slick Suicide known to go in Stenchy with my bread You'd swear I'm Mort Goldman I hear people saying How they let them [?] But it's the alcohol talking, [?] Not the drunken clam Come at me with that bullshit I'll wrangle ya I body big niggas Fat guy strangeler I say it with mind So I let my chest show When I put you niggas In a wheelchair like joe Let's go Take your braud time offer the cash Put them balls in her mouth While I'm [?] her ass Got a problem Get sword in half ? scratchin' Fall from a rash Laser beams And I'm lettin' them off Got your braud fetching my [?] Like Jesse the Dog Claim you a head Get it servered off For when you can't play period Like menopause You're braud like courtis So I'm bound to thrash While you're howling "no no no!" Like Cleveland When his house is smashed Better dash Adam West With his fucked up head Got bitches like: "I love you daddy" And I'm like: "shut up, Meg" Chris as a jedi With the best lines You best die You know you can't catch me Like the greased up deaf guy And the fact it's real Leaves all you fools hurt Just like Stewie When the dog chewed up Rupert Doctor Hartman is in this game Get with the plan Cause I'm getting in that ass Like his prostate exam Oh, you want a battle of wits? That's your funeral I'll end you And you won't come back Like Muriel I'm something new Something fresh Someone fucking proper, fool Someone they don't quite understand Like the Bottomtooths Bound to blow up on these niggas Like a heat seeker [?] I'm actually fly So I'm fighting chickens like Peter Out to do this bigger Than Glenn's right hand After weeks of porn [?] news Like Tom and Diane And Tricia Takanawa with power There's no better cause Mister superman no here Consuela Hence why I run shit But you there's no hope see You say that you're dope But you sound so Opie Unlike me I'm a problem in the booth And it's something I knoooooooooooowwww And that's [?] A former bully victim going famous Getting girls to suck on my wood Like Seamus Riot gang play us Doubt it niggah, we know I'm the most popular Connie D'Amico Disrespectful Out to leave these dudes crying Trying to snatch my spot and die Like new Brian One you can't see like Close two eyelids Royalty Hip-hop's cool new highness Big deal Showing ya real monster Growing back [?] Like Peter's real father Steady on the grind Getting it poppin' Like [?] I'm fucking finished now Play me of Johnny Gone