This one was used in a text battle online.

Yall knew im a problem, soon as I signed-on-da-board
Nines in da drawer, to put ya so called mind-on-the-floor
Dont mind me you wh0re, but if you ever boast ill hit-you
You a gangsta? More like a 6th grader who got social-issues
You dont tote no pistols, you don't 'slang-no-stones'
You a fukkin' geek, the doctors speech: "HE CAME OUT WRONG"
Im bangin' on these lyrics like an explosive-charge
I've heard better verses coming outta REPULSIVE-BROADS
Crack ya, skull-wit-bars, my flows got dynamical-functions
You aint withstandin'-dis-thumpin I hit ya like VOLCANIC-ERUPTIONS
Frantically bustin, pointed rhymes to put this man-in-a-hearse
Ill have this kid missin, quick someone call the fuckin amber alert