Epic Rap Battles of History

Donatello, Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael

VersusLeonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael

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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