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

ooh!

I take a turtle

and I turn him into mincemeat

you don't really want to 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

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

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 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

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 talent

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