aight look look

lil young p, yeah I know the p stand 4 pussy
even if Lewis was ya father, u couldn't left hook-me(no punches)
u like a bootleg cd, u have no authenticity
my lyrics is like electricity, cause it'll strike u like lightning to a tree
u might spit but I vommit, vommit shits thats atomic
ur skill level would never be "high" even if u were on "chronic"
this shit is not even fair, I got a machete and u gotta butter knife
u'll never be nice, even if god gave u another life
nigga my punches r so hard it'll knock ur whole face off
u so dumb u put cum in ur turkey thinkin it was chicken broth
even if u used telekenesis, u couldn't come next-to-me
I'm the best-u-see, I'm hotter than how ur pepper-be, the only way u'll come hard, is if u do it to males sexually
my ak will blast at ya, than I'll laugh at ya, not R. Kelly but I'm a trackmaster(R. Kelly's producers)
ur rappin attempt is a disaster, u softer than plaster, u like Will Smith, nothin but an actor
u lyrically cannot combat me, hot lines r what u lack p(lil young p)
my rhymes is phatter than ppl that only eat big macs be
u might as well not post ur verse cause this battle is already won
u wouldn't be hot, even if u were rappin with an imflammatory gun
trust me son, I know this battle is not what u envisioned
u young and lil, thats y to cross the street, u need parental supervision
this battle has u lyrically walkin a very thin-line
I'll throw lyrical darts at u, and have u look a porkupine
I already started makin plans 4 ur burial
nigga u basically dead there no help, not even medicinal
when u done readin this, I'll make u leave this site
u would never shine even if u had the beacon of light