Ivory a.k.a I-Wizzy
this dude wanna battle he really must be krazy check it/
checin in just entad/
my shank would come out ya body like a ladys puscenta/
i spit the lyrical flows liek jay-z/
hit you wit some shit and have you speakin forein language like punjabian Mc/
Like Allen Iverson im the answer/pull out the a.k and and have you shakin like them G-Dep dancers/
yo i come so intacked/
i put that flava in ya ear like craig mack/
aint nuthin you can do/
yo pussy ass need tampons ya leakin hu/
you makin me laugh stop i'll have my nigga commin at you faster then L.A cops/
ya style is old school like Grannayz/
this mutha fucka lighter then a jar of mayonaise/
yo i dont know why you startin/
aint nothin you can do now/
cut ya up so bad ya hairl line look like rucker park playground/
i'll leave ya moms bleedin after i shank her in the belly/
then get ya sista raped by r.kelly/
yo you cant see me/
yo style is pussy like BLUNT-MC/

K-Razy
aiight and it goes like this..


That was seriously the saddest verse i have ever seen//
Those punchlines didnt hit me, they flew over my head clean//

what the hell was that verse, for that ima murder you son//
ima brake your record,then make your recored zero and one//

I read that shit thinking, damn boy he could have tired//
that whole verse was sadder then when tupac died//

now now, dont loose your temper, just please stop yelling//
Go home and do you real talent, thats conjelling//(tightening his pussy)

it took you fuckin 20 minutes for you to fuckin spit//
and im still standing here scratching my head ''was that it?//

And dawg that line about the la cops, i spit that in school//
repeting lines of mine dawg, thats not cool//

And maybe you didnt read the rule bout no disses to my mom//
maybe i should tell the world how you steal all your lines from wannabe-rappers.com//

and dowg how come all your rymes have suin about r kelly, are you a fan?//
i bet you too can realate huh?, your both sad excuses for a man.//

and dawg, do u want me to explain why i started//
cos i read your other shit, decided it wood be easy, what are your retarded?//

now its over, and im done with you see//
what the hell were YOU thinking when you decided to battle me?//


Ivory
ok ok ok you got me there/
when i heard that shit my head was stickin everwhere/
but that shit you said i dont really dont care/
but most of that shit you was wasnt fair/
i forgot why yo faggot ass wherin thong under where/
lift you up in the air ya body get bent/
o yeah tell ya moms she ows me a half a cent/
o yeah let me say something right here/
ya moms aint cute she need a better weave in her hair/
o yeah that shit you said wit tupac you needs to stop/
cus when i puched you in ya face in school ya eyes rooled back like when biggy got shot/
yo you needs to stop hatin/
i caught yo ass on transvestites.com masterbatin/
yo ya style is so worn/
ya girl got mad acne on her face she look like a cob of corn/
biitch please/
this nigga was soo hi all he was talkin bout macaroni and chees and his dads pussy/
yo you thought you really had me hurt/
when you be a the club like tweet droppin his skirt/
you got me in a rage/
i beat yo ass so bad ya face was lookin like aj (106 and park) braids

K-Razy
yo dawg,
your repeting your self, line three//
how you gunna diss my girl dawg, at least i have one b.//

and dawg, i let you hit me! HAHA, you think that hurt? sike, not at all//
what dont you get, people arent afriad of you because your tall//

And tell me dawg, how the fuck am i hating?//
ive got more then 2 things on you, better looks, and at least my hair doesnt look like its inflatin'//

i bet you enterd this shit think you wood win cos im white//
but so far all ive herd is bad shit about you on this site//

what do you do pay people to vote for you//
and mbenz stole La cops from me, you can ask him its tru//

at least im origanal when i spit//
if anyone ask, i wouldnt fess up to writing that shit//

you gotta admitt for a white kid i have skill//
and ill admitt your doing ok for a women not pregnant, and not on the PILL!//

im not even gunna bother typin another curse//.
ill battle you in school, where you dont have 20 minutes to think of a verse//

so bye bye dawg, im out like a bee in the summer//
when your rap careers over, come to me, ill be the famouse dude in the hummer//