Artists vs Turtles

Epic Rap Battles of History Donatello, Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael Versus Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael Begin Cowabunga dude, so let's get it on Reptiles against the fathers of the Renaissance We got the classical technique To kick these three toed freaks back under the street I take a turtle and I turn him into mincemeat You don't really wanna step to da Vinci I love the ladies, I like to keep it mellow So let me pass the mic to my man Donatello Hard shell, but you're gross in the middle Wouldn't wanna touch you with a six-foot chisel Born in goop, raised in poop I slice through a group of ninjas like fruit oops Yo, Raphael and I came to flow Deemed dope by the Pope and I boned 'til I croaked I'm an emcee Shredder, but I get the feeling I should pass it up to my man on the ceiling Oh, Michelangelo, and I'm giant I made David but I'll slay you like Goliath I'm a rap God and you can't quite touch me This battle's your last judgment, trust me We drop science We got the mathematics The architects of rebirth are rap addicts You beat the Foot but it won't go well When you catch an Italian, boot to the half shell The wisdom of our master (Splinter) Taught us not to rush to violence (Splinter) But our master (Master Splinter) Ain't here dude I don't think you wanna mess with my katana blades Get back in your floppy helicopter, fly away I can bebop and steady rock a mic sucka I'm a pristine Sistine nun chucka Oh, hi, I'm a cool but rude guy Put you back in school with the tip of my two sai Dona-tell me who you are again, dude? 'Cause I don't Gattamelata clue what you do That's because you mutants are too immature You wouldn't know genius if it pissed in your sewer We got the talents and the minds and the rhymes so sweet We're like your NES game 'cause we can't be beat Yo, go ahead and hate, we'll just skate on by You guys draw more dicks than New York pride We're the TMNT drop-kicking Italy Chowing on your tower made of pizza Save a slice for me