Loe Pesci - Anygma vs Loe Pesci lyrics

[Round 1: Loe Pesci] I could get your wifey in a bed, break the mattress from the springs Call me Freddie Aguilar I got a knack for pulling strings But don't call me a rapper, I'm just a dude with a gift It ain't movie night when I hit your boo with a flick She'll do your whole population cause I'm smooth like a pimp Watch that b**h do 92 million Flips You know how I tell she be enjoying this sh**? Cause like most Filipinos, she points with her lips Girls love a bad guy, get the point? I'm a dick Giving brains is a game and she gets points with her lips She employed on the strips, she does great numbers Pat Stay would hate the b**h, she a straight s**er I face-f** her 'til her face change structures 'Til I flip her top, have her looking like Jake Tucker She swears she only f**ed two dozen guys But between you and I, girls do f**ing lie She came to my restaurant for some food, something Thai And long story short, your boo s**ed me dry a few hundred times Slurping my balls and she ain't ordered Soup Number Five The whip got bulletproof gla** when he roll past you Plus I stay vested in case like the Santo Nino statue Is there no code of honor? Like most politicians here, you should roll with armor And big gats cause we whip/Wip caps like your clothing sponsor See I make cheddar off writtens, off aggressive raw spitting You getting all timid While we was in the next room having s** with y'all women You was in the backroom betting on chickens She showed me a tail and two titties and she can get the Charles Dickens Listen, you didn't use to box, you used to get boxed as a featherweight Now you in the ring and still all your rounds' second-rate You were never great, now all that sh** resonates Get Julian Duque to play the smallest violin ever made Before the battle, your b**h wanted someone foreign for her p**no Said I'm busy, she can stuff her own box like Gloria Arroyo See, I'm 'bout to k** your man, watch this whole sh** blow up Cause I'm 'bout to set this place on fire like the Ozone Disco Club And after this battle, you promised to bring us mountain-climbing And I learned the Sagada customs so I'ma leave him in a Hanging Coffin Oras! [Round 1: Anygma] Pesh, I'll be direct with this Your text isn't special or gifted if you can't spell for sh** That's right, message him, if he replies, it's unsettling Pesh really can't spell for sh** Them intelligent lyrics eclipsed by a misspelling sickness Is parallel to a kid imagining a graff concept that's wicked But can't sketch one bit for lack of penmanship I bet your brethren cringe, Osa and Bender check your writtens Looking all molested, sweaty and trembling At the end of wits like "For f**'s sake Loe, edit this!" He kept misspelling Protégé even after I corrected him So you can't rep Quebec if you neglect the word for student or protect in French So f** all that weapon sh**, everything between a kendo stick And a techno-wiz' most advanced explosives Or any method on Necro's discs When I can compel him to spell any word with More than six letters to leave his neck bone split We used to be cool, but you forced my hand so now the gloves are off You ain't tough just cause you're hard to talk to and cause of that A wrap on your knuckles will make your punches soft Y'all might be fooled with lots of gimmicks, but how's his game that tight? The layman's mind might fall for his sh** When he tries to skewer an unlikely two words All to build his unfounded, lame-a** rhymes That just makes you a slightly cooler, non-autistic sounding Zain Azrai He got the "Loe" from Joe Pesci There's a better mix for your name though Take note, he's on the payroll, talked sh** about JedLi But wouldn't battle him cause he'd rather win the views off Fuego You act all mobster, but more of a diva You should have just kept the "J" to make it "J.Lo(e)" Quite westernized so now he dislikes brown folk, his Asian side's rattled I've got my throne and yet Kumar here Keeps trying to invite Harold to a White Castle It's either you forgot your roots since your memory s**s Or it's an apparent snub of your flesh and blood That's why you care so much to always mention the expression "Fair enough" And your chef dad must have had the fruitiest cook books Of which you took spoonfuls for you to be too hooked To dudes being all about good looks It's crazy man, Loe is his own gayest fan He thinks he's so good, he can beat himself Then he'll beat off to himself, dude's really a megalomaniac b**h you called Smack for approval Begging for his supposedly awaited debut I'm so sick, I got Smack accusing us of faking our views See I can take a loss and remain a boss You ache while watching your fame wear off This favor's cost is arranged so y'all can think you gain off battles While I claim the war, b**h! Get the f** out of here [Round 2: Loe Pesci] Imelda Marcos saw my kick collection and got a clit erection I'm the sickest ever I could kick him in the f**ing ribs and really get him in his middle-section Dislodge the puto from him big intestine Probably cure him of his indigestion Cause I'm an awesome friend, I cured your posture right? I told you I'm an awesome friend If I kicked Righteous-One in his wheelchair I guarantee you'll see him walk again I'm Hector "The Director" Calma though (Calmado) I'm shooting things Make him scream, "You the king!" He lose this thing, I'll make him kiss the ring like the Super Twins Any rapper in the crowd mad that I slayed your boy? Well, step right up, it'll be another slayed Pinoy Cause I give out caps at shows and it's April Boy Thirty four stab wounds, Anygma's in a jam Catch one of his own nurses preparing the bed and pan Cause I came to k** the boss like Sarah Balabagan But yo, Protege, your brother's 'bout to die, how does he tell you? Staring at twin ratchets smoking like Patty and Selma And you ugly as f** so I feel for your face Like Sideshow Bob in a field full of rakes This battle is like RBTO versus nothing else Cause they keep asking the boss Will it actually dropped or is it was just another battle you lost? Dawg I'm Weng Weng, fly with that rocket on my back And if I miss him with the rocket then I got him with the hat This dwarf beating me? Impossible Kid They came to see Mr. X get socked in the head First I hit him with a combo, he kept his balance Then the right-left right-right-lefts I handed Have him seeing more stars than the Extra Challenge I seen your battle with Greeley, you got a whole lot better now Projection and bars, but you been biting Bender's style If you still wanna be the president, I see no future As far as I'm concerned he came to get Benigno Aquino Jr.'d [Round 2: Anygma] Yo he mentioned all that weaponry, but it's nothing but a front Look around you, I got a steady team One word from me and they'll actually f** you up What kind of genius packs his CD with 3D gla**es? Imagine, unless that sh** is seeping acid Do you actually think a fan will sit next to his speakers blasting Grab 'em and be like "Damn, there's some real enhancement!" Or is it really some Montreal hipster season fashion? Or is it a scheme to mask the secret wackness of your uneven tracklist How the beats can't salvage your themes all scattered Like you're the only team that can craft a "political, club banger" That will somehow involve Peter Pan, Caesar salad, and the Easter Rabbit But the venue wouldn't stay alive even if you sampled a Bee Gees cla**ic So keep on pandering to seesawing battle b**hes And plead with league's emcees you disagree with To be all active in pa**ing your mp3s As if the music couldn't speak for itself And Jesus Loe, you're already rapping This deceitful ba*tard would probably claim a rags to riches steez on camera Only cause of all the Disney characters, you really wanted to be Aladdin With that unique anatomy and stinking attitude Mister extremely tanned Danny Devito mannequin Could easily pa** for a walking talking piece of fecal matter Visa's stamped for free But still this diva's mad his ideal match up picked greener pastures So I'm here to smack your ego back to pre-school, a**hole And since you can't spell, you'll need those cla**es Cause you wouldn't get Respect even with the help of Aretha Franklin Urethra damaged worse than a weakened bladder When my thinking patterns kick in deep, the weak can't fathom Make y'all pee your pants and clean up after from sheer embarra**ment Penguin meat doesn't meet our palate, but you're still an easy snack Since you can't flee or flap your wings, just a needle-slash to neck You'll bleed so fast, directions of the streaming gash is split Such reenactment, Red Sea fanatics wouldn't believe the half of it So f** all your cheesy tactics, steep demands, and cheap dramatics I'll teach you manners like "Please and thank you for the views and I'm really glad to leave in a casket." KOTD's cancer's k**ed, they'll cheer in Canada Receive our patronage all neatly wrapped We'll even sneak a stash of our premium dank to greet Organik with [Round 3: Loe Pesci] He's no rapper You're sweating a f**ing sh**load even by Filipino standards But me and your president are homies, no damn stress If I k** somebody else in a cypher, no bad press You'll cover it up for me right? Antonio Sanchez If not, I'll tear your Coat of Arms, you barely know your part You should know that my bars are responsible for d**hs And some very open scars Like singing I Did It My Way at one of your karaoke Versus Aftershock you got slain, even they know it's the truth You got slain so bad that only Slaine voted for you You wanna play ball? Let's play ball, I ain't never scared Louisville to your leg, it'll look like Kevin Ware's He look at me like Kevin Ware looks at a set of stairs Shoot at your feet, make you impersonate Fred Astaire I came in here to show boat, I got flavors like adobo Flakes flying everywhere, shake him like a snow globe When I roll up in a mask like your host or any battler from No Coast You're sweeter than a cinnamon bagel and I'm fitting to slay you You should play it cool cause I'm willing and able Plus I'm from the only country that didn't invade you Best Asian battle league, better pray that that's true You been occupied before, you used to breaking that rule Flip Top is owned by Flips and we'll be changing that soon But if the Japanese had a battle league, they'd have takent aht too Honest to God, the reason FlipTop is so popular dawg Is you stole the whole concept from Balagtasan And if poets were debating over probable cause But nowadays it's insults 'bout your fathers and moms If Balagtasan predates battles and all How is FlipTop still inspired by battles of ours? Cause you bootleg American media til the product is gone It's like kids making money off soft and hard sales They keep that weight on them like Captain Barbell You should never stop fighting if it's for something that is sacred I go Loonie like Marlon for The Ones Who Never Made It I go Loonie with that Silencer and I don't bucket feet I aim for your b**h's head and put the Caliber through her Double D's Now that's an evening Starts with a Price Tagg on his head and ends with his Plazma leaking See what I do? I use your battlers' names and charge it to the game I could even hit you with a rocket launcher from Penang All do is aim at my Target and Badang! See I got a battle with you but never mind that, I could undermine that I'd rather hear a Chedda Cheese double-time rap Plus I'm just here so JedLi can give me my 9th Wonder line back [Round 3: Anygma] If you're so proud of your intellect Then why dumb it down to get respect? If you're that profound and intricate, then let's ground it on a real test Let's drop everything right now, write rounds for one hour And I doubt this clown could get the style without scouring the internet See, dumb as can be when the sponge in pants Mixes with his buddy Patrick No clue, this tool's deluded I ain't no bucket crab but I don't understand The double standard for this monkey's antics So what's up with that, I know why you're here, just fun and family Loe bugged me bad to retouch the plan So s**er pa**es by his motherland Just to hug his daddy thought you hustled man? I'll chuck your ad, bum your album Dub it wackly, and make lumps of cash with it Your supper? Tampered, I dunked my nads in Hotel bed, I rubbed my a** with You don't clutch a magnum, just a thunder clap And this chump skidaddles Hunter's wrath when this dungeon rat's stomach catches a rusty javelin He asked me to create an AGL Philippines so we could rake in green I think it's beyond an Asian thing if Indian Maple Leaf He blatantly wants to invade this scene Play it sneaky, labor free Escape with cream and have his fame increased? b**h is a lazy thief to say the least And speaking of shady schemes, so severe is his ADD Even Eminem would recommend you to pay his shrinks those 80 G's See he choked in all three World Doms, even the camera choked once By default you still choked when T-Rex had boat-jumped You choked against Charron and he wasn't even your opponent At your home you made us watch your Bender battle over and over And I wanted to choke you Until you choked on your own coke hit It's too easy to poke fun at his frequently rolled tongue Like fingers down his throat from all the symptoms of choking And ironically that's closest this OG Indian hoax comes To all those signs he's been dreaming to throw up You wanna talk life games? Mine, above the rim; yours, a sunken ship Your play couldn't gain height despite climbing a jungle gym My substance hits like drug addiction, the punishment is crumpled ribs You stay superficial when you muster strength to get under skin You come from comfy living but front like some hustling villain While I used to be a bummy kid and this country's sh** So it must be humbling that you struggle for rent While I paid for your f**ing trip Now the difference between our summits' distances is Is in the hundred digits And I'll step my life game two levels more When I run up on your double chin, b**h