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Epic Rap of History!

Donatello,
Michelangelo,
Leonardo,
Raphael,

VS,

Leonardo,
Michelangelo,
Donatello,
And Raphael!

BEGIN!

dude,
so get it on,
against the fathers of the Renaissance.
We got the classical technique to kick three toed freaks back under the streets. (Ooh!)
I take a turtle and I turn him mincemeat,
you don't really wanna to da Vinci.
I love the ladies, I to keep it mellow,
so let me the mic to my man Donatello.

Hard shell, but gross in the middle.
Wouldn't wanna touch you with a 6 chisel.
Born in goop, in poop, I slice through a group of ninjas like fruit, oops.

Yo! and I came to flow,
deemed dope by the Pope and I boned I croaked.
I'm an Shredder, but I get the feeling,
I should it up to my man on the ceiling!

Oh! and I'm a giant!
I David, but I slay you like Goliath!
I'm a rap God and you can't quite me,
this battle's your Last Judgement, me!

We science!
We got the mathematics!
The architects of are rap addicts!
You beat the Foot, but it go well,
when you catch an boot to the half shell!

The of our master, (Splinter)
us not to rush to violence, (Master Splinter)
but our master, (Master Splinter)
ain't dude!

I think you wanna mess with my katana blades,
so get back in floppy helicopter, fly away!

I can bebop a rock mic sucka,
I'm a Sistine nun chucka!

Oh hi! I'm a cool but guy,
put you back in with the tip of my two Sai!

Uhh, Dona-tell me what you do dude,
I don't Gattamelata clue what you do.

That's because you are too immature!
You know genius if it pissed in your sewer!
We got the talent, and the minds, and the so sweet,
We're like your NES games, we can't be beat!

Yo go ahead and hate, we'll just on by.
You guys draw more than New York Pride.
We're the TMNT, kicking Italy,
on your tower made of pizza,
save a for me!