Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm strictly Thanos on your anus Shit is not the same as I'm powerful cosmic on drumkicks People call me famous for that I'm fat like the records from Big Cat On the boom bap, vocab I stick like treesap Tight, right, ignite Like c-4 plastic When limbs and arms struggle from the bomb Shit gets drastic I'm strictly claymore No need to say more I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they call Themselves so hardcore Now industry sells with the weak and plastic Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks like it's pornographic Choreographic Whore, your ego catched it On your first contract, grabbed the check and dashed it You're fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to hide it Styles that smell like a bad case of gingivitus You got the best gimmick, like the Insta-Pump Inflator I'm Shaq Attaq Reebok Run the floor on your fakers with that [Chorus] Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest [Verse 2] Summer in the city Grab a Coke and take seats I got a spoon for flavor Seldom-savored like wildebeest Yo hops, baby pop, you slop in the McCoy zone This is not the toy, the boy, but the destroy zone So when you're fullgrown, for that accident prone My rap penetrates like UVB through ozone Now ever since I started, sorta offguard to shit Learned that true pioneers seldom get rewarded I persevere when atmosphere gets money-orientated Dig the crates, real stealth, with rapwealth Release, and get debated 8 Days a Week I peak, like Beatles on acidtrips Revolutionary, very Like the year '66 It's kinda queer to see them snatchin' titles Call themselves royal Like yack I rock proud, release my mortal coil Your middle-class grunge trash Your style is outdated Like that bell bottom, jheri curl, time to get faded [Chorus] Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest [Verse 3] If the rap was crack, I'd be a crackhead If a whack style was sex, I'd be celibate Should I say orthodox in the flock What do I rock? No buttnaked style dressed like sis and get dropped Now what I do is what you see What I say, it's what you do Next day celeb, other day Look poo-poo Funky dope maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and silly Crack egos like the cracks in Liberty Bell from Philly Scorin' points, like the ruler, who has won? Rockets from houston, like Olajuwon took Robinson Arsenal of moves to prove it's not the pants that's saggin' Put the belt so tight, g-funkers choke on rappin' You sneak-a-peek more than b-boys at a knocker You must be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the bucks And try to duck a style that's dieharder with a vengeance I'm Willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy No resemblance with that [Chorus] Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode I don't dress to impress but I'm strapped With ricochet raps, so get your bulletproof vest Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode Dresscode, dresscode Everybody tryin' to hide it from me How to dresscode