Riddle:

You got some feeble battle tactics, isn't mommy feeding you more of that tasty broccoli and corn?
Of course not beef cos you can't handle the "forgotten" rhymes that I mastered before you were born
Battlin me you're as nervous as a newb at porn - I can notice by your undeveloped "weak-bladder"
With a finger I stop you from any attempt to "rush-me", less "crush-me", not even if you stood up on a ladder