Rules are 16 lines each, first to four votes, two rounds (depending on demand):

[Skale]
Ya tech-nique is Flintstones, the Jetsons my set, dun
Three rounds, fuck that, you get sonned in just one
You'll need to run two more laps just to catch up
You ain't hot dog, but you'll still get covered in ketchup
Smothered and wet up, another to test? FUCKED
Son of a squirrel, ya moms about to collect nuts
Cuz it's Autumn you see, don't start problems wit me
You rather make like a leaf and fall out a tree
Hope you've come prepared to get whipped like a servant
Wit an extra pair of underwear and the best life insurance
It's not like you might get murdered, you definitely will
I'm known to bite the serpents, my venom deadly ill
You'll evidently feel this, you'll OH SHIT your pants
You effin wit the realest, know ya role bitch and prance
Get entranced, dicks get thrown in holes, get entrenched
Won't catch a case, this hoe gettin slayed in self-defense

[Definitive]
Listen up, duke, it wouldn't take me sixteen bars to snuff you
Sicka than Aidz better bow his infected ass down when I come through
Stylistic shit too sick to fuck with, smoke you like mad izm
I'm the reason why ya sis wants to convert to Judaism
Muthafucka, I'm outta this world like Neptune, you ain't "Pho-real"
I Skale tall buildings, you ain't shit but a molehill
I'm straight though, so don't try to run ya game, bro
You prob'ly took more shots to the ass than Jose Canseco...

I'm not adding on, to me, that's real cheap this late in the game...
PEACE.