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 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.Loe"

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 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 re-enactment, 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

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

FlipTop 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 PriceTagg 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