Originally Posted by
Jack32
Yo, Bag Mandela, your pen game’s a Mandela effect,
People swear you had talent, but it’s lies they collect.
I’m the champ in this ring, FL crown on my dome,
You the glitch in the system that should’ve stayed at home.
Your schemes fall flat, like a tire with no air,
Every round you spit weak, I can’t find skill there.
I’m the nightmare you duck, but today you get caught,
Each line heavy metal, every punchline shot.
Respect the throne, Bag, you just facing regret,
You can’t copy neglect, but I’ll ghostwrite your death.