K. Herman - 93 Til Infinity (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Detz] Go ahead and tell everyone that your dick's bigger than mine Like the United States standing next to Lichtenstein But if you really want to talk about a better emcee Get your pa**port, cause you're coming to my country And I'm coming to yours cause I've got something to give em A little white boy with a whole lot of rhythm Within him and in a minute he'll spit it sicker than sh**ting and when he's finished you'll wish that this minute was infinite A punch line? Yeah, you bet I got one Battling me is like playing roulette with a shotgun And when you're done I'll take a shot from the shell A little rums got me spitting flames hotter than hell You couldn't even flow on a stage with Eddie Vedder I bet that Stephen Hawking could probably rap better So, before I continue I want you to know this I won't mention your name so they don't know you exist Now I'm raining down on you, are you feeling under the weather? I'm a rap boss hand in your resign letter Cause I design lines, that's finer than Calvin Klein And my mind shines bright, kinda like, the Einstein And you're five times whiter than the guys riding the pine And I find you're kinda like a vile of fine wine But I'm not talking about a bottle some dude cherishes Forgotten piece of sh** on the rack when the dude perishes I'm the king, you're not even the pharaoh's kid I'm taking you to school, no shot you'll do what Ferris did Can't reach the moon, yet you're mentioning stars? When I picture you, I see a turd benching the bar You're weak sh**! Of course you'll boast you're dope So here's the adhesive portion to a post-it-note Write all of your good lines, there's more than enough room And go stick it to the wall of your rap career tomb b**h [Verse 2: KILLAKAKE] k**a Kake, golden state, Californication Packing all my sh** up hit the road and tour the nation Big boss talking you ain't in the conversation Cuz im living in a city that you go to on vacation Detz is so Philly like Shane victorine Got a smoking flow so addictive like nicotine I want a bad chick with nice hair Yeah but downstairs she is mister clean You think rumpleminz is listerine 'Til you drink a fifth of it, pa** out and you piss your jeans Angelica sh**, b**h, the kid is mean When i punch you in the teeth, you can kiss the ring I murder every single f**ing thing that i rap on You can get smacked in the back with a black strap on While getting crapped on, toss a lit match on Pouring all the gas on, but i left the cap on Lucky for you, but you are a fan of co*ks still Jacka** rappers, so i call 'em bam and Knoxville Why i rap? I need an outlet like Rockvale In the whip doing donuts, enough to get a cop k**ed Your girl wanna spoon like a dude with some h**n Something in the way that she moves, call me Harrison Hoes would never dare, i am rare no comparison Take a walk in my shoes, but im choosing what pair it's in