Epic Rap Battles of History
Mr T Vs Mr Rogers, begin
I pity the fool who tries to step to Clubber Lang
Call me BA biceps cause Iâll crush your whole gang
Bring Tuesday, Friday and little trolly the train and watch me dip their @ss in gold
And wear em like my neck chain â SUCKA!
Iâll choke you with your own sweater sleeves
You couldnât even beat me in the land of make believe. PUNK!
I will Mr. T bag you, in the closest cemetery
Nobodyâs gonna miss you cause all your friends imaginary
Hi there neighbor
I hope you donât mind if I change my shoes
Iâll be rocking sneakers till this battleâs over
so I donât get blood from your ugly face on my penny loafers.
I like you just the way you are, one in a million,
but it looks like the barber gave your head a brazillian.
I pity your neck, Mr. Gold chains. Youâve got too many,
the only gold I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys.
I teach the whole world full of children.
I can tell you call yourself T cause youâre too dumb to spell.
Who you calling dumb fool?
Mr T. only needs one letter
Hello? Itâs for you
Bill Cosby wants his sweater
Youâre a 40 year old virgin in a dumpy @ss house
Iâll get Hannibal, Murdoch and Face to stomp you out
The only pussy cat you ever seen is on Henrietta, sucka!
And your Mr. McFeely, delivers a lot more than letters
So before you come to battle with your PBS crap
How bout I call up CPS about them kids on your lap, fool!
Watch what you say. Kids love me more than lunch.
Iâm not the one with my face on some whack @ss Captain Crunch
When my plan comes together you wonât even see it coming.
Iâll chop you into four black dudes and Iâll remake Cool Runnings.
Iâll say this once, Laurence. I hope itâs understood,
get right back in your van and get the f&ck outta my neighborhood.
Who won?
Who's next?
You decide!
Epic Rap Battles of History