Your editions of rhymes are wack and laced with alcoholic ambitions
So this is the beginnin' of my mission to start reinstatin' prohibition
You must be thinkin', "Who are you to be challengin' Hennessy?"
I don't care if you was vodka, you still wouldn't be a fifth of me
I'm tryin' to figga out why all these grown men adore ya
You got more Trojans in yo' ass than in Southern California
Hey Hennessy, what flavor are you? V.S. or Private Reserve?
I know you got your privates reserved for any faggot with curves
136 battles? Do you even have time for dating?
You rather perfect verbal conflict than fuck, so have to master debating
You had balls to accept this, but no dick to get your mack on
You ain't carryin' a gun, but I know you got a strap-on
Your game's kinda like the equivalent of if I drove drunk
Dead and beginning to rot like yo' mama's cunt
Don't come at me with any weak shit, live up to your history
I predict I'll be seein' harder punches thrown by Christopher Reeve
You talked about killing queers, are you trying to avoid the inevitable?
Like ending up in bed with one and thinking anal's incredible?
Remember that cat you killed 8 times? Well I'm his one life
Turn the tables on you and have you under the knife
I only challenged you for the title, the rest you can keep
Lettin' me fuck with you means you won't shit right for a week
I'm endin' your marriage to the game and askin' fo' alimony
Accept it - you just hot hit wit' more shots than Sonny Corleone
first diss I ever wrote
Happy Birthday
So this is the beginnin' of my mission to start reinstatin' prohibition
You must be thinkin', "Who are you to be challengin' Hennessy?"
I don't care if you was vodka, you still wouldn't be a fifth of me
I'm tryin' to figga out why all these grown men adore ya
You got more Trojans in yo' ass than in Southern California
Hey Hennessy, what flavor are you? V.S. or Private Reserve?
I know you got your privates reserved for any faggot with curves
136 battles? Do you even have time for dating?
You rather perfect verbal conflict than fuck, so have to master debating
You had balls to accept this, but no dick to get your mack on
You ain't carryin' a gun, but I know you got a strap-on
Your game's kinda like the equivalent of if I drove drunk
Dead and beginning to rot like yo' mama's cunt
Don't come at me with any weak shit, live up to your history
I predict I'll be seein' harder punches thrown by Christopher Reeve
You talked about killing queers, are you trying to avoid the inevitable?
Like ending up in bed with one and thinking anal's incredible?
Remember that cat you killed 8 times? Well I'm his one life
Turn the tables on you and have you under the knife
I only challenged you for the title, the rest you can keep
Lettin' me fuck with you means you won't shit right for a week
I'm endin' your marriage to the game and askin' fo' alimony
Accept it - you just hot hit wit' more shots than Sonny Corleone
first diss I ever wrote
Happy Birthday
