Contra-Banned

[Intro]
Contraband
Meaning: goods that have been imported or exported illegally
Synonyms: smuggle, black market, bootleg or under-the-counter
This is that illegal dope shit we've been banned for

[Verse 1: Skits Vicious]
Click click, picture a corpse
Selfie stick, filter of course
Healthy choice, fix a divorce
Donkey kick, bitch I'm the horse
I piss on the walls of the court house
Ruff! Ruff! Who let the dogs out!?
Fallout, blackout, all out war
Shit you never heard before

[Verse 2: Jay Reaper]
Once more we taking this shit to ridiculous heights
And I'm never a quitter, I fight for my life
You can call me whatever, I do what I like
(But you can't talk no more) when you head is on ice
See, my mind not quite right (Nah!)
I been dealing with the devil all my life (Yeah!)
Now I'ma stay a rebel to the day that I die
And I know y'all praying for the day that I die

[Verse 3: Skits Vicious and Jay Reaper]
Wasteline with the Persian blade
Spreading like a vermin plague
Turn the page, early stage
Safe to say we got a murder case
You get turned to steak, scorpion
I'ma burn ya face, earn your place
You gone, learn one way
Words like a dagger I'm stabbin' away
The lion is loose better get out the way
Caged in, pasing around
What's that sound?
T-Rex shakin' the ground
Taking 'em out real steady
Goons in the back still ready
Eyo, fetch my machete
Swinging and singing Andrea Bocelli
My niggas is sinning like Ed, Edd 'n Eddy
Looking for Gucci y'all niggas is petty
I'm looking for beasts that are heavy like chevy

[Hook: Skits Vicious and Jay Reaper]
This is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro
Keep your rewards and your late-night show
Stick it where the sun don't shine, bitch
This is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro
Keep your rewards and your late-night show
I'ma keep it real till I die, bitch

[Bridge]
It's all bullshit, folks
It's all bullshit and it's bad for you
Now, you wouldn't know it

[Verse 4: Skits Vicious and Jay Reaper]
The radio can suck my dick
They ain't givin' us plaques
They ain't playing our tracks
Like we ain't got a bunch of hits
If you ain't givin' me a pass, I don't give a rat's ass
They judge the book 'cause we ain't on the same page
Fuck yo plugs, i'm still on the main stage
Came with a bag full of contraband
D.O.D. Army across the land
We across the globe, we lost all hope
Your mission is impossible, we stoppin no
Walkin' like the maffia, we cock and load
And rushin' like a razzia we trap 'em all
It's time for a new age, new ways
Rid niggas like tooth ache
What a do? I'ma stuff 'em in a duvet
Dude lame, dude late. Wanna full rate?
We got a noose for your neck (Saddam Hussein)
We came, we saw, we conquered
Insane, no wax and inconcert
As we take control, true to the game
You know the name, that's why
This is not for the radio