You lil young p more like Little young penis
I'm killin you at birth like a 3 month old fetus

I'm the general, son, you ain't even a sargant
You'll never be hot as if yo ryhmes are flame retardant

You gon get erased of the face of the planet-your small talk-can it
Only way you would *control* this shit is if you was Janet

I see right thru your weak rhymes, your style is transparent
spittin nonsense bullshit wit lines that's incoherent

The mirror is your only shot at female nudity
How yo gon hit me, when you can't even hit puberty

I'm comin to Philly, dun, I got Kenzo mapped
You come in to Frontlines but still gettin' bitch slapped

I'ma rip you to shreds in the name of the Bosnian nation
and you wouldn't grow back if capable of self-regeneration

or maybe multiple shots to the side, call that a battle scar
makin' you turn more times than that thing in your avatar(turning from bullet's force)

Thought you'd get a easy win but you shouldn't have been relaxin
don't you know I'm the cause of your slight accent

Right here for you it's the end, for wackness you should get banned
Your rhymes I don't comprehend, guess parents just don't understand


I think that's decent, best of luck to you dun