Anygma vs. Loe Pesci Lyrics

Anygma vs. Loe Pesci

[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 bitch do 92 million Flips
You know how I tell she be enjoying this shit?
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 bitch, she a straight sucker
I face-fuck her 'til her face change structures
'Til I flip her top, have her looking like Jake Tucker
She swears she only fucked two dozen guys
But between you and I, girls do fucking lie
She came to my restaurant for some food, something Thai
And long story short, your boo sucked me dry a few hundred times
Slurping my balls and she ain't ordered Soup Number Five
The whip got bulletproof glass 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 sex 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 shit resonates
Get Julian Duque to play the smallest violin ever made
Before the battle, your bitch wanted someone foreign for her porno
Said I'm busy, she can stuff her own box like Gloria Arroyo
See, I'm 'bout to kill your man, watch this whole shit 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 shit
That's right, message him, if he replies, it's unsettling
Pesh really can't spell for shit
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 fuck'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 fuck all that weapon shit, 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 shit
When he tries to skewer an unlikely two words
All to build his unfounded, lame-ass 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 shit 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 sucks
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
Bitch 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, bitch!
Get the fuck 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 fucking 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 kill 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 fuck 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 fuck you up
What kind of genius packs his CD with 3D glasses?
Imagine, unless that shit 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 classic
So keep on pandering to seesawing battle bitches
And plead with league's emcees you disagree with
To be all active in passing your mp3s
As if the music couldn't speak for itself
And Jesus Loe, you're already rapping
This deceitful bastard 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 pass 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, asshole
And since you can't spell, you'll need those classes
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 embarrassment
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 fuck 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 killed, 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 fucking shitload even by Filipino standards
But me and your president are homies, no damn stress
If I kill 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 deaths
And some very open scars
Like singing I Did It My Way at one of your karaoke bars
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 bitch'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 sucker passes 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 ass 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?
Bitch 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 shit
So it must be humbling that you struggle for rent
While I paid for your fucking 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, bitch