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Mixing & Mastering: tazmanian.ninja/
Their quiet home seemed inviting
after a long day of crime fighting
which involves jumping from roofs
and throwing youths against phone booths.
Sat down in the couch and armchair
50 feet beneath Times Square.
Turned on the TV watched Al Bundy
coming up next: Crocodile Dundee.
Master Splinter was asleep
and couldn't hear they were there.
He goes to bed early and always tries
to exercise at sunrise.
Michelangelo laid down the nunchucks
opened up a pizza box.
This one is yours Raphael,
meatballs, peppers and caramel!
Here you go Donatello
ham, marshmallows and Jell-O!
This one i yours Leonardo
Sausage, whipped cream, avocado!
yeeeah kick back
undergrund with a pizza stack
After this nutritious meal
eyelids got as heavy as steel.
The turtles fell into a slumber
snoring like they were sawing lumber.
Suddenly they were wide awake
felt the earth shake, was it an earthquake?
Comicbooks fell from the bookcase
it was some sort of pounding bass.
They went out in the sewer system
through the darkness followed the rhythm.
It sounded just like a rave,
they went into a giant cave.
3 AM they found the source
of sound pollution and of course
it was the well-known Technodrome
a techno zone of shining chrome.
its doors were open wide
our green heroes stepped inside.
Get down, Technodrome
technozone, shining chrome
The whole Foot Clan was in a trance
dancing with glow sticks in their hands.
On stage was a disc jockey
it was Krang doing his hobby.
The Turtles went up to his table
unplugged a speaker cable.
Krang's face looked clouded
he tore off his headphones then shouted:
how dare you interrupt
my techno set now you're gonna get dropped!
There was tumult
the Foot Clan began to do somersaults.
Finger jabs and backflips
one punched Raphael in the ribs.
Pow! ninja stars flew,
Leonardo threw a one-two.
Raphael was fast with a sai
stabbed a Footsoldier in the eye.
It exploded 'cause they're robots,
labelled 5 kilowatts.
Donnie hit them with the bo staff,
hard to read 'cause he doesn't telegraph.
Michelangelo
crushed everything within reach like a pro.
The battle went back and forth in the strobe light,
lasted the rest of the night.
Get down, Technodrome
technozone, shining chrome
The Foot Clan got put to sleep
On the floor like a smoking scrapheap.
Krang hung his head
looked at the Turtles and then said:
What I did wasn't right
I shouldn't have a rave on a tuesday night.
He said he was sorry with a sad face,
they shook his hand and left the place.
6 AM on Donnie's watch
they dragged their feet through the sludge.
Mikey was mumbling the way home
about duvets and memory foam.
The turtles were exhausted and drained
so sleepy they were about to faint.
Came to the crib could hear drumming
is it Splinter doing plumbing?
Opened the door, became witness
to Master Splinter doing dance fitness.
He looked at them laughed hysterically
boys I've never had this much clarity
you left the TV on,
when I woke up I couldn't make it stop.
Then I came to discover
I really like this dance instructor
let's do his workout move
follow the rhythm of the techno groove.
Give it a try don't be lazy
it's exercise let's go crazy!
12 сен 2024
