[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Your style is outdated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