Mr. T vs Mr. Rogers Epic Rap Battles of History (Ft. DeStorm, Nice Peter & Vince Horiuchi)

[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
MR. T!
VERSUS!
MR. ROGERS!
BEGIN!

[Verse 1: Mr. T]
I pity the fool who tries to step to Clubber Lang
Call me BA biceps 'cause I’ll crush your 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 (PUNK!)
I will Mr. T bag you, in the closest cemetery
Nobody’s gonna miss you 'cause all your friends imaginary

[Verse 2: Mister Rogers]
Hi there neighbor
I hope you don’t mind if I change my shoes
I’ll be rocking sneakers 'tIl 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 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 the whole world full of children I can tell
You call yourself 'T' 'cause you’re too dumb to spell