rox a pussy he aint ever smoke weed/
saves his money for wallstreet that he bought to read/
fears his own son will grow up and cypher evil deeds/
ill drop a slug and still leave detectives wit out leads/
made so many enemys he changed his name to K-Subliminal...so ban it/
but not even then his block made him a criminal/
hes minimal on the lyricist scale of talent/
he got no flow like a man in menstral.. damit/
bombs away!! rymes mores explosive then osama and tim mcvay
talkin to rox will get you shot, make you fade back like hardaway
gun to ya chest and blow ya heart away
the name is KGH cuz k goes hard every day
one pop, and a nigga never have to fight
shell drops and make a nigga stop faster than a traffic light
all I need is the toaster
leave ya stomach on the floor like a roller coaster
fuck weed my gun smoke will choke ya
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
bust slugs thru ya dome peirce the vaine/
ive been told that my raps murder im in insane/
boggle the mind detsroy the brian/
truth be told im the wild west pull dillingers like smith mcbane/
its a shame u talk all shit, u aint own a gun/
il lyrically own u, murder ya family slap u like ya dumb/
OH shit watch out bombs aaway"...stupid shit .thats all ya got to say/
ima a murder u quick smoke a blunt "u screamin OKAY OKAY"/
u told us all the truth that yur gay...... today ima destroy yur rhymes/
ima a gangsta till the end smokin bindz sellin dimez/
ya boy is a banger,
so gettin me mad only puts ya ass in danger!!!!
I hold ratchets an hammers
Im deaths mechanic and my flows are satanic
ROX sinks niggas like the titanic
I eat these turkeys like a sandwich
i video taped ya killin
like access granted
dont make me do you like the iraqis do
and show the world how i merk this dude
cut ya head off and let ya body bleed and jerk
like a chicken do, cuz i'm sick of you
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
if you think you nice
then you aint in ya right mind
who wants to be a dead bitch
cuz you dont even get a life line
it would take a life time, to spit bars like mine
it took you ten years just to make bars that ryme
look kid you playin wit death
like taken sleepin pills, slittin ya wrist
and playin russian roulette
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
rox think he is the fox but his rap really shocks
cuz when he tried to diss, it asounds like piss
yeah, shit, he just doesnt fit
so a diss from me he git
but dont go and cry to your mommy
cuz she will just kick ur ass u dummy
ya sound so funny,
and u also look like a god damn bunny
kill ya ass and extort it money
in short dont fuck with me sunny
and btw ur nose runny...
ranpeleg u dont fit ur ass should be named ratpelet cuz u sht/
ur probly r from isreal cuz ur wierd ass name fits u/
il beat u over the head so many times it makes my fist blue/
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to make you parrish, i'll throw u off a roof of a terrace/
with a kick or 2, told the boyz in blue that u was just careless/
poison you with infetamines from a green desieased carrot/
inform the federal teams, a bucktooth rabbits loose thats hairless/
i heard these terrible things, i'll be happy to share it/
it's your rhyme scheam, alongside mine u cant compare it/
starz by your name i know ur gay
u must be standing at the corner wait for someone to pay
u wait for some day that someone will buy u on e-bay
alright enough, u think ur tough but ill make u cough
and u think ur diss is rough
to diss me u cant, that shit i really dunno what u meant
so go to house rent with your friend and think about this time spent
edit: hmm i thought i will post it before the guy above me
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I devour cowards like nuklear rain showers/
im the craziest Brooklyn'z foulest/
my skill is no question so bow this/
i kill rip ya head off with my bloody hands/
ill leave ya headless body bustin a lame dance/
so take a chance, do u favor ya life?/
i can still jus stab u once wit a 10 inch knife/
i dont bother torturing my victim.../
i take 12 needles and try to figure out were to stick them/
so pick wat ya want but ill still murder ya cypher/
this beef will last till i get ya in the crossairs of a sniper/
theres no way this lady's laying anyone face down in the back/
unless she switches places with them and retapes her rack/
Shorty wat yu call yur breasts, i call tic tacs/
cuz yu can swallow them like pills when they dissolve in the pack/
the bigger the track, the bigger the attack/
i nicknamed yu Doc cuz of wat yu can do with a sac/
its the time of the month yu gon start to bleed through yur skort/
yu walk around with yur chin up so yu wont look to short/
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aye yo retro, you couldnt suck worse if your first name was oreck/
laughed out loud when i read your verses/
and cursed is how i felt, you should be rockin herses/
jump out the game now before the hurt fuckin worsens/
i bet your the person,...
that would drop on his knees/...
and beg anyone please,
for the sweet release,
that comes with ease,...
when you got ya fuckin lips locked,
and cocked in position, around ya masters thick cock.
www.myspace.com/mindpush
mindpush never RIGHT like SouthPaws /
could roll wit EDI and Kadafi and still wouldnt be a Outlaw/
my lyrics will strain and push ya brain to the limit/
rap you need to quit it, cheap talk and all gimmicks/
dude like VIRGIN FUCKS get beat in one Minute/
and if you got beef then come get it/
mr. shanks, what the fuck have you shanked, besides
a fuckin steak, with a dixie blade/ and what the fucks your
avatar, some dude jerkin off? mr. shanks, yeah right, mr. sucks by far/
get off it man, dont try to match ya noodle to mine,
i'll break ya off right, even in this verbal gunfight/
you might try to come back, with another weak diss,
but 2 pacs dead, get off his fuckin dick!
Mindpush if he's just got off pacs dick you must still be on it//
your rhymes aint sick but they still make me vomit//
talk about a weak diss, you need the doc to give u a tonic//
summit to cure your bars and make em really sick till your demonic//
you just recycle and go round and round
get the doc to give you some medication to sit the fuck down//
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