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