KiddDaLegend - Dress Code lyrics

I've gotta cold k**er appetite for all these new artists/ I'm a living Richard Kuklinski mixed with a Jeffrey Dahmer/ With a dash of that Hannibal Lector and the Zodiac k**er with a Kevlar/ Vest of armor, keepin' a brother hung or lynched, but I'd still feast on ya/ Get these street rappers G-checked like they claim a set/ Run their "real n***a" card through the machine and double check/ Every-and-anybody's gettin' their identity tested when it comes to the Kidd/ Can't put down no more phony n***as in this rap business/ I will clap at n***as, like an audience applause/ The boy is more of an animal than James Howlett's claws/ I'm my own damn boss, but I'm no disciple at all/ Ask Jesus whenever he makes his return who his disciples was/ Or ask Yeezus what them disciples about, dawg/ And that's word to Chicago, they about that real sh**/ Heard that from the n***a ScHoolboy on that "Banger (MOSHPIT)"/ Warn ya momma, I'm on that "bring drama to your front door" sh**/ And make you forfeit the game you thought you was running/ I'll be cruising through the clouds and with my tommy on top gunning/ Rappers, rappers, rappers, pay attention, y'all some actors/ That goes for each and every negro that keep saying "that heat, I'm packing"/ You about to feel the heat when McCarthy comes through smacking/ Anybody who's acting ratchet, and that's word to Emmanuel/ Hudson and his brother, Philip, catch me dippin' like a nacho, k**a/ Double dippin' the chip like Jerry was my neighbor/ And Kramer was pa**ing through my apartment like I owe him a favor/ While George was still discussing a pitch of a show of nothing had flavor/ At the end, Elaine is still saying the same thing she'll end up saying later/ I'm dropping bars without a care, this is a song about nothing/ A///