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 I'll crush your whole gang

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. PUNK!

I will Mr. T bag you, in the closest cemetery

Nobody's gonna miss you cause all your friends imaginary

Hi there neighbor

I hope you don't mind if I change my shoes

I'll be rocking sneakers till this battle's 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 brazillian.

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 the whole world full of children.

I can tell you call yourself T cause you're too dumb to spell.

Who you calling dumb fool?

Mr T. only needs one letter

Hello? It's for you

Bill Cosby wants his sweater

I'll get Hannibal, Murdoch and Face to stomp you out

The only p***y 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.

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 f&ck outta my neighborhood.

Who won?

Who's next?

You decide!

Epic Rap Battles of History