Mr T vs Mr Rogers

[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 [Mister Rogers] 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 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 [Mr. T] Who you calling 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 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! [Mister Rogers] Watch what you say. Kids love me more than lunch I’m not the 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 outta my neighborhood WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!