Blind Fury Vs. Artisan: 106 & Park Freestyle Friday

[Round 1: Instrumental - "Kick in the Door" Notorious B.I.G.] [Artisan] A-yo, I'm looking at the lamest chump You had a good run, but your two minutes of fame is up All that "YAGA YAGA" Boy that's all caca Face like Chewbacca, I feel sorry for your mama Ay, but you don't really realy want the drama Me and Chris Brown will make a movie with your mama So don't tell me what not to do Me fall off? Impossible I'm sick when I bit my chop in two(?) Go Nicki Minaj on you I'm sorry Mr. Fury, you're looking kind of aggy And I didn't use protection, so I'm probably your daddy Ha ha what you want boo? You MySpace, I'm Facebook I got everything you got, plus more You soft, you remind me of RuPaul You was cool, now you lost Go on back to Lugoff We all know I go harder when I spit it Now we looking at the reason why a condom was invented Incest, dig that, your flow wiggety-whack Pull my hand back and smack the crap out of Midget Mac [Blind Fury] I'm killing retards again like Artisan Representing wackness to the fullest Boy you stupid, all my music make dogs get ruthless Dropping the Graffiti, you catching Exclusives Drop the deuces, kind of like Breezy It ain't easy to beat a boy Fury on TV I make you wonder, you should have picked a perfect rhyme Look at him Jimmy, his eye vision's worse than mine The Las Vegas B.I.G.? You don't believe me? Look at his lazy E-Y-E He looking that-a-way and he looking this-a-way And I can't see, I think the camera is that-a-way Shh, I don't really even know but I'm gonna kill him with the flow And then I'm flipping like, you know I got my man Terrence, and you should be apologizing to your grandparents Boy you just scare us Get off the TV talking 'bout people's teeth stink You mad cause your girl be leaving in my sheets [Round 2: Instrumental - "Success" Jay-Z] [Artisan] A-yo You ain't got a harder scheme, son you ain't winning You must be smoking on that Charlie Sheen Cause your whole flow feces No way that you could beat me A better chance seeing Mo'Nique in a bikini You know everything I say true They say God don't like ugly Well he sure must hate you And I do it like a gutter do scrap This the first time I ever heard a [censor] rap Dumb Fury, you're a lame, my style you're admiring Don't be mad, Pathmark is hiring Because I'm sicker, sicker when I spit her "Artie just whipped me" update it on your Twitter They feel bad, so they acting like you hot But that ain't the pity that's gon' get you to the top How you gonna stand there, try to take down my shine? I'm the best round here, homie that crown is mine I don't think you should win, it's pathetic you do Cause I look, rap, and dress better than you [Blind Fury] Said "let it breathe" I'ma let it breathe I already win, boy you better leave You ain't never gon' do nothing like this I don't even know why you up here like this Check it I beat you in the first round, and I ain't have to drop profanity I put the curse down and I can sing a song And you'd be better off getting a loan I'm bout to hit you like I'm hitting the [bong] Oh, I'm wrong But let me get, you talking 'bout Charlie Sheen? It's too bad, in Nevada, I'm messing up your dreams Cause I'm a gambler, straight man-handle ya Flow ice cold, you should call my style Canada Watch me get into my Moon, I'm a goon And you don't want to see me son, you like a cartoon Little Artie, call yourself A Game, you're C Minus Look at Terrence and you oughta stand behind us Back there somewhere, I'ma tell you You can act scared but I won't care Cause I'm still here, And I'ma kill it I'm running raps around you in this Olympics Bye, YAGA