Cowabunga dudes, so let's get it on
Reptiles against the fathers of the Renaissance
We got the classical technique
To keep these three-toed freaks back under the
street
I take a turtle and I turn him into mince meat
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
Ohhh, 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 Judgement, trust me!
We drop science!
We got the mathematics!
The architects of rebirth, the rap addicts
You beat the Foot but it won't go well
When you catch an Italian boot to the half shell!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:
The wisdom of our master (Splinter)
Taught us not to rush to violence (Splinter)
But our master (Master Splinter)
He ain't here, dude! (Hee-yah)
I don't think you wanna mess with my katana blade
Get back in your floppy helicopter, fly away
I can Bebop and steadyrock a mic, sucka!
I'm a pristine Sistine nunchucka!
Oh hi, I'm a cool but rude guy
Put you back in school with the tip of my two sais
Uh, Donatell me who you are again, dude
Cause I don't Gattamelata clue what you do
Artists:
That's because you mutants are too immature
You wouldn't know genius if it pissed in your sewer
We got the talent and the lines rhyme so sweet
We're like your NES game, because we can't be beat!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:
Go ahead and hate cause we'll just skate on by
You guys draw more dicks than New York pride
We're the TMNT, drop kicking elite (Go. Go. Go.)
Chowing on your tower made of pizza, save a slice for me!
