EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!Mr. T
VERSUS!
Mr. Rogers
BEGIN!Mr. T:
I pity the fool who tries to step to Clubber Lang
call me BA biceps cause I'll crush the whole gang!
Bring Tuesday, Friday and little trolly the train
and watch me dip their ass in gold and wear em like my neck chain
sucka!
I'll choke you with your own sweater sleeves!
You couldn't even beat me, in the land of make believe.
I will Mr. T bag you,
in the closest cemetery.
Nobody's gonna miss you,
cause all your friends imaginary.Mr. Rogers:
Hi there neighbor,
I hope you don't mind if I change my shoes.
I'll be rockin sneakers till this battles over
so I don't 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 Brazilian.
I pity your neck Mr. gold chains, you've got too many.
The only gold I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys.
I teach a whole world full of children, I can tell
you call yourself T cause you're too dumb to spell.Mr. T:
Who you callin dumb fool?
Mr. T only needs one letter.
Hello, it's for you
Bill Cosby wants his sweater!
You're a 40 year old virgin
in a dumpy ass house.
I'll get Hannibal,
Murdoch,
and Face to stomp you out.
The only pussy cat you've 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!Mr. Rogers:
Watch what you say
kids love me more than lunch.
I'm not that one with my face on some whack ass Captain Crunch.
When my plan comes together
you won't even see it coming.
I'll chop you into four black dudes
and I'll remake Cool Runnings.
I'll say this once Laurence,
I hope it's understood.
Get right back in your van
and get the fuck out outta my neighborhood.WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
EEEEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY.
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