Mind boggling

Think you’re better?
Dawg, you had it backwards
You’re bendin’ that narrative
‘Cause I bend over backwards to be a god
Don’t even try to get it backwards; you’re just a dog
Wishin’ that you could bit up my works
You’re bitter that cats would much rather jam to the master
Bet that you’d be in joy to look as I bend you out of shape
I’m Joyner Lucas when spewin’ these backwords
You? Tory Lanez
I sharpen my rap verse, you gag for mainstream
And for the record, all your record’s inept
I’ma wreck you
Be racked with agony if you reckon to step to me
You’re shootin’ yourself in the foot; perhaps, I am Tory Lanez and you’re Megan Thee Stallion
I’m like the ghost of Beethoven
If you ain’t convinced; March 26, his death
I was born the day after he lost his
Life
I’ll then might haunt your songs like a prey
Best conduct a prayer like you’re Christian/Gottlob
Damn