Here's another battle verse I threw down sometime this year..

Call me Tony, cuz I quickly get rid-of-da-yayo
My flows shatter the Richter, yours dont even hit a DIGITAL-SCALE
You da type to say you bunnin, but when you smoke-you-choke
My lyrics correct yours and then replace em' like 3M's Post-it-Notes
I see your writin' like a killa, problem is you aint no beef-cooker
Ya gun games more soft than the open legs of a cheap STREET-HOOKER
Ya rhyme barrier's weak, less than 4 bars can puncture dat
Dirty talkin' and ill wash ya mouth with a Louiseville Slugger bat
Its evident you suck wit' raps - My shots lean-and-hit-you
You squeezin-pistols? Come on man, thats funnier than hearing PENIS-WRINKLE
Before this even started I had you laid-stiff-and-well-carved
What a decision, should I beat this lame-bitch-wit-twelve-bars?
Nah, im a hit 14, leave him bloodied-and-pissed-at-me
This kid got more problems in this battle then an Iraqi STUDYING-HISTORY