fent obby  (moneywebstudio)

thizz’n wit uh cigarette (prod. feardorian)

LYRICS:

i can hear the snakes hissin might be gone a long minute
hung the sign i'm gone fishin sirens wailin in the distance
where them bodies end up missin bet you that my opps don't miss me
known to terrorize the city shot em got em wig done splitted
nut all on they bitches titties mama pray i get aquitted
it ain't gonna happen tho when they see Shanez they disappearin like a magic show
better hide your safe away because i'm known to crack in those
my music like some crack smoke you don't want no gun smoke
cuz bitch i really tote poles chopstick mopstick all different types of bullet holes send you to the holy ghost 
spoon filled with black shit drug induced comatose inchin towards an overdose
but i'm inchin really slow itching like there's mosquitoes
kicking it with Mesphito but it look like i'm alone
all you bitches and some hoes but everybody know that tho
boy you sweet like toblerone put the 40 to his dome
i'm tryna see that brain matter laughin while his brains splatter
all over the concrete leave him for the street sweep
leave your bitches knees weak i got her off the e geek
and turned her to an e freak and now we meet up weekly
and all she do is eat meat
i been on a kill streak hit you with the heat seek 
leave you in the deep drink then burn my fingertips off so they can't fingerprint me
i'm gone fishin 
i'm countin digits 
the clip extended 
don't end up missin
i'm gone fishin
i'm countin digits 
the clip extended 
don't end up missin

(AKOGE MIX) GONE FISHIN' (PROD. MEXIKODRO)

buffet 🧟‍♀️🧙🏽‍♀️🧛🏽📜☠️  nytemayor 2/3/25

LYRICS:
2shanez lyrics:
mr shut the party down shot him he retarded now
big trapgunner mr put your brother in the ground
fell in love with tiddy drums and ridin round with hunnid rounds
your bitch want me to tiddy fuck her told her just to suck me down
fuck a bitch face til my dick take her face off
40 with the dick 30'd up broad day 
opp screaming like a bitch that he hit tryna crawl off
stand over him and shoot him til his face fall off
empty 30 out i'm tryna see his brains fall out
bought some new shoes i got brains all on my reeboks
we could shoot it out chunk 40 make em stall out
bro got loose screws he keep running into weed shops
TG2 might put you on the news so move carefully
i'm kbz and rmb and mte the money team
they like 2shanez slow down you move retardly
this 40 make em drop down like he got some broken knees
i don't understand yall i don't speak no brokeanese 
its a man down switch made him grow some angel wings
heart turn cold had to throw away my feelings 
they think the devil got a hold of me but this the real me

(AKOGE MIX) 2SHANEZ X ACID SOULJAH X BASSIUS X AKOGE - BROKEANE$E (PROD. FIVEFINGERSNOAH)

**LYRICS**

high maintenance 
high fashion
high tolerance when i'm on xanax
no patience 
no manners
under the table she suck dick at the ruth's chris
i put a stamp up in the stick this some new shit
i ain't new to this bitch i been doin this 
remember by my lone goin thru this shit
now everybody hit my phone i'm like wait who is this 
wait who is this 
wait who is this
now everybody hit my phone i'm like wait who is this 
wait who is this 
wait who is this
now everybody hit my phone i'm like wait who is this

wait who is this
wait who is this
dats akoge wit a strap aimin at a bitch
dats akoge wit a mop cleanin up yo clique
whos bitch is this
whos bitch is this
oh its yours well why tf she all up on my dik
gold toof in my mouf feelin like a pimp
i end his diary that goofy ass a wimpy kid
strap on me itll fukn leave u limpin bitch
yuh

she hit my phone up im like whos this
stupid dumb bitch
im finna blok this
the feds on my line
they tryna tap in
but it aint about the words
its all about the action
we on that based shit
they on that broke shit
bns kewlboyz entertainment
my bro didnt even graduate
n he could give ur ass a facelift
we on that smart shit
we movin tactical
im doin everythin that i know i have to do
i know thats ur bitch but i had to fuk her too
makin money fukin hoes what i love to do

2SHANEZ X AKOGE X ACID SOULJAH - WAIT (PROD. SWAMPKILL)

LYRICS:
left path walking two left feet so things ain't going right
i learned how to focus on the darkness til it's burning bright
light up in my soul black fire burn like furnace
ribcage empty hole all I got is no control
and fucked up ways that I maintain day to day to get by
skit slide thru the cracks and the crevices and hellishness
no balance in my life I'm only dealing with this heavy shit
tooth and a nail and a eye for a messy bitch
let the razor rip thru my thigh til I see redness
they thought lately shanez has been alright i'm still depressive
every night thoughts of suicide and mental stresses
strange lights in my minds eye feels like I'm melting
people painting me a bad guy I ain't a person though
they worth and words is grain of salt small so it ain't personal
when the night black out the black I get in cursing mode
fangs drip venom tongue forked like it's serpental 
meetings with the shadows now the temple feels saturnial
geometric patterns human minds find unfathomable 
baneful magick wreaking havoc cauldron filled with eyes of toads and lots of bad habits that I kept from letting all you know
I just let it bottle up inside and turn into a weapon 
dragons blood burning on the alter and the chicken headless bitter broken angry and retarded but I'm good at hexes 
let the hate flow like it's water out the poison chalice

I HATE U SO I ATE U; A CANNIBALISTIC CURSING RITE (PROD. 1SEARCHLIGHT1)

smoke weed in the church to this
then nod out in the services
drop out of them classes too
it's not like we was learning shit
if it smoke I'm burnin it
high off drugs I'm sure of it
momma askin where we got that money
cuz we ain't earned-ed it
flow slow but golden like it's honey
music for the druggies
stone cold golem with the pole like totem
yea I tote em
oh you didn't know
I thought they woulda told ya
hot like folgers 
right up out that pot
I'm smokin pot
and screamin fuck a cop
parents mad they kids listen to this
shanez sayin fuck a lot
plus you heard about that shit he didn't
you heard that window song
somethin in his brain is truly off
you needa turn that off
rap game turnt to lame and soft
a bunch of kids and bitches
rappin songs about them shootin shit
but they ain't shoot for shit
okay they say that he got from a gang
oh they let snitches in
I'm a ghoul for real
I bear the mark of Cain upon my brow
turn this to a slaughterhouse
and leave you like a slaughtered cow
all these kids is all my sons
but I don't want em foster child
give it 2 years 
they all gonna sound like this
for sure I promise
shanez is just so rudely honest
pop a perc and spew some vomit
all over the floor and carpet
sell it for a million dollars
they gonn eat up anything I puke up
put this in the needle
for all the druggy kids to shoot up