RB Kids think I fell off, but here's something that's true
They ignore the fact that if I fell, I'd only land on you
Just give up duke, It's over right here on the spot
Cuz I won't give this head a chance, but his dome a shot
It's either winning or losing, but either way you'll worship me
Cuz blah shitty blah shit blah. . . can beat G.Hod creatively
I don't think you're near as good as you think so hold-up
Because this kid didn't simply fall, he slipped into a coma
Leave ya face bruised, tongued tied and those wrists slit, bitch
& I won't knock ya skill, cuz there isn't much there to begin with
I'll leave ya twisted, kid shouldn't accept the upset
Ya net career is like Jordan's return: All hype, but still nothin but the net
ANd now I'm vexed, nothing less from a vet, yet ya future's dim
Kid doesn't just flip old name disses, he cartwheels and moonsaults them
Served ya up, cream of puff, bring on someone decent next
& I'd have used a G.Hod nameflip, but kid uses 9/11 for pity sex

......and that's what a real verse is like.

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R.I.P.- Epimetheus
Robert L. Rem
1986-2003