WORLDWIDE

HOLD THE FUCK UP (feat. fkbambam)

New Release featuring the homie Doza, beat produced by Yung Zodiacc. up on all platforms including spotify. Follow us on instagram. @scythermane @hbkdoza @yungzodiacc
Art: Doza
Lyrics
Scyther Mane:
Nappy headed motherfucker never learn my lesson grab that smith and Wesson wit no hesitation who am my pressing there’s no besting the population of Weston gator man it’s been a while got yo bitch to smile, in 305 man we vile

Never met a better motherfucker meant to take yo life I entertain a busta motherfucka cuz my bitch no wife, she grab the glock & put that piece between yo eyes dont sympathize

catch a gat or two my homie pleased to hydrolyze yo body, I’m on my money everybody come and get yo money. U ain’t my honey homie we all foul & find u funny. Pull up get a crown up on my body for my money

💔Doza💔:
creeping up the cellar
doza coming with that 4 inch blade
devil talking to me
he don't know me boy get up my face
knocking at yo door I swear to God man you gon feel my pain
banging 3 6 in my civic feeling like I'm juicy mane
who you testing
get to stepping
lay me where the river cold
feeling like I'm midas
way I touch a beat and turn it gold
smite me if I turn my back
I can never trust no hoe
only good for 2 things and that's sucking and taking my dough

now I'm walking by my lonely all up in this empty road
devil talking to me trying take me trying get my soul
I could never go out Imma smack em turn em to my hoe
doza flow so cold I swear to God turn fire into snow
how you got so much to say
you try me stab you in the face
let you meet the reaper
he gon take yo ass up to yo grave
slaying witches
fucking bitches
pull up with that scythe lil mane
HBK and 3rd cartel
that doza and that scythermane

TALES FROM DA CRYPT (Feat. HbkDoza)[PROD. YUNG ZODIACC]

Lyrics
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I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown 
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts,
from the misters  tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
so they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire higher sound
Yeah!
But I dont want you to have a piece of that 
I fuckin hate you you god damn bitch boi you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a sliver from the whole damn sweetness side
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right 
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error 
Born in red under night at 30:10 nursey carer 
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer 
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon 
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you 
For handsome sure he was a mark on world that seems so black to who? you!
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punsishable or bait per  phishable 
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack 
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that glock that stick it 
Down yo fckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet 
Snap snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz

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HARVEST MOON (PROD. DUMBCHILD)

Lyrics:

Know I’m drippin’ and my haters bums
I keep that smithy with extendo tucked
You try to run up and that mag gon’ dump
I play that Choppa like some bongo drums

I take one hit off of that wedding cake
And now my brain go into hyperspace
Like I'm TRON bitch I’m in cyberspace
Behind the veil, I know you can’t relate

Bitch I’m driftin’ and I’m swervin’ like Le Mans race
Tote revolvers, like a Western, call me John Wayne
I’m like Jensen in this bitch, I do the death race
All that cap that you be doin’, name ain’t hold weight

Know I’m drippin’ and my haters bums
I keep that smithy with extendo tucked
You try to run up and that mag gon’ dump
I play that Choppa like some bongo drums

I take one hit off of that wedding cake
And now my brain go into hyperspace
Like I'm TRON bitch I’m in cyberspace
Behind the veil, I know you can’t relate

Sinizter & Yavomag - Behind the Veil

Whats good yall, had come up wit dat new new. This song is currently up on all platforms so if u wanna support me good go listen on spotify. I hope you all enjoy what me and hbk doza had to offer and enjoy this beautiful beat made by Mo Beats. Alot more on the way! The AMV for this is on youtube on toxic gangs youtube page.

LYRICS:
Scythermane:
Never catch a g, slipping like me, cuz u know I’m green repping up my balors sipping tea because I’m fleek, I bling em down.

Yuh, casted flame, blasted dame Ima murk yo lame cuz it’s all the same no brothers to me why yo girl steady speaking to me I love you dead, peep my bread I’m repping that red no blood or crip man I just like red Ima bring that bling but it’s in yo head dont end up dead I mack codeine, make that bit go bling, yo gang just don’t know me Ima bring my team but I got that bag on me lemme ask watchu got on me? Don’t waste my time flow be fye but I keep it drippy like soca call that Icey hot ballin in my ogt but deep

Never catch a g, slipping like me, cuz u know I’m green repping up my balors sipping tea because I’m fleek, I bling em down.

HbkDoza:
Aye, staring at this empty screen I wonder what's in store for me, everything I've said a foreign everything I want to be, still I'm never satisfied I'm playing with this game of life enjoying every moment cuz we never know when we might die. Fear of death fear of debt I still ain't meet the reaper yet got too much to live for I ain't even seen a milly yet. i ain't seen no accolades, I ain't seen no Grammys yet, I ain't lived the life I dream, I ain't gonna give up yet. Sitting in this empty room vago sippin what it do, smoking on this dutchie while i hide my pain behind this deuce. Shorty said i got the juice, lately feeling kinda blue, i be in my head too much i cant afford to give up too, all this money in the world will never heal a broken heart but i can care for mom and pops i guess i made it pretty far. Life ain't easy still i try, still i keep on pushing straight, i ain't gonna stop till u see me up in heavens gate.

Hyper Mist (Feat. Hbk Doza) [Prod. Mo Beats]

OVERPOWER PROD ANTI

Lyrics:

Hook:
That forty-five be clappin’/
Red dot laser-tag him/
Bitch I’m always snappin’/
Shawty booty clappin’/

I see an opp subtract him/
Shang Tsung his soul I snatch him/
Oh he on top? I pass him/
All gas, no brakes, I lap him/

Ain’t got time for talkin’/
When I’m in that whip I’m swervin’/
Talk my shit I walk it/
Lethal with that weapon, surgeon/

Ain’t got time for talkin’/
When I’m in that whip I’m swervin’/
Talk my shit I walk it/
Lethal with that weapon, surgeon/

Verse:
Bitch I told you it’s gon’ cost you if you come at me/
Only thing I know is violence, I don’t know no peace/
I introduce you to my choppa make ya R.I.P./
Triple six below the dirt is where yo body be/

Aye I’m just out here talkin’ shit and I get paid for it/
I put my time in bitch so I don’t work a day for it.
I know you hate your life but that’s cause you a slave to it/
Stay lowkey I’m never worried what the fake doin’/

Hook:
That forty-five be clappin’/
Red dot laser-tag him/
Bitch I’m always snappin’/
Shawty booty clappin’/

I see an opp subtract him/
Shang Tsung his soul I snatch him/
Oh he on top? I pass him/
All gas, no brakes, I lap him/

Ain’t got time for talkin’/
When I’m in that whip I’m swervin’/
Talk my shit I walk it/
Lethal with that weapon, surgeon/

Ain’t got time for talkin’/
When I’m in that whip I’m swervin’/
Talk my shit I walk it/
Lethal with that weapon, surgeon/

ALL GAS NO BRAKES - Single

ALL GAS NO BRAKES

Stream on SPOTIFY

Sinizter & Kaito Shoma-ALL GAS NO BRAKES

Lyrics:

Aye yuh aye
Wanna be on Kult shit
You just a punk bitch
Riding on the wave I started
Pussy you get dumped quick
Bustas in my ear they talkin shit
I blow they head off
Walk it off
Murder ain’t a thang fo’ me it’s clockwork
Time is boutta stop
Get buck to the waves
Bump house Phonk mane
.45 on my waist
Imma god send
Flesh rend
Slicing up a hoe
Vendetta against anyone
Who talking like they know
Motherfucker
Bitch you ain’t nothing
Thinkin you something
Pull up with the gang
MK gonna bang bang
Hanging a pussy up 
breaking his neck
Ain’t no fucking way 
you gonna make it away from me
Bringin that bringing that Phonky shit
Motherfucker getting up on my way
You gon get struck
And gon get stuck
Inside the fucking flames mane
Cock that glock and shoot yo ass
I look into yo eyes and laugh
Aye goddamn thought I laid yo ass flat aye
No more broken promises
I’m here to cull the populace
Leave blood and gore
No witnesses
My name it stays anonymous 
Got that mask on my face
Black horns
White fangs
What you see ‘fore you break
Decompose in a cage
I’mma freak with a temper
Blade in yo chest mane
Now they calling me Dexter
I’m an underground king
Getting plays is the game
Got my Kult on my side
And we breakin the chain
Motherfucker want smoke 
Get slain
Get away
No time for these lames 

Bring plagues
Like my name is Godmane
Rain fire and blood upon
Any bustas who play
Gotta Sword swang swang
Sacrificing a lame
In the name of myself
Undead Ronin will reign
187-211
Sendin a fuck boy straight to heaven
Taking his chain
And spill his brain
Then dip the scene without a trace
Chalk on the sidewalk
Taped up now
News van on the scene
Askin who is it now
Serial killin spree
Got no pattern it’s chaos G
See yo homies laid out
And now you are fearing the night
Don’t wanna fight
Light a cigarette
Gut yo fuckin hide
My intentions are Devil shit
Get the fuck on my level bitch
Ignite yo face up
Spreading chaos 
No mane getting way from
Me
This the way
We taking bodies 
Just know that we do not play
Smokin corpses like tobacco
Chief em up and blow away
Take a seat mo’fucker
You ain’t special
You are just my prey
Ashes to ashes
Yo soul will be snuffed like a candle
That’s sitting outside in the rain
Hop off that horse that you on
All yo music is shit
And yo lyrics ain’t worth my piss

PHONKY PHONK (With Vocals) [prod. Undead Ronin]

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