Barry The Hatchet

[Verse One] If you really think the city owes you a debt Cause your shitty little raps then you need to step Too many hands trying to snatch some scratch Billion dollar Barry never met his match But no Need for me To boast and brag You're gonna hang yourself trying to call me a fag Eight times In nine lines? There's a reason why we call raps rhymes This guy here should be thrown out the back He got in for free for claiming he could rap Peep my science, intelligent and wise So in love with this shit that I keep a wallet size These eyes seen more lies in your lips With one glace, you can catch the apocalypse Make DJ GI soil his pants Didn't know a lil' rap in your Tour De France Unassuming you look You'll never catch him Like, "Ah fuck it. Let's bury the hatchet" In your motherfuckin' chest! Run, kill a pig, murder [?] like Ken West Who's the best? It's time to give thanks Fuck Izzy Asper we love Barry Banks [Hook] {x2} Ayo Barry, come here, bury the hatchet Barry, c'mon, bury the hatchet Ayo Barry, c'mon bury the hatchet In your motherfucking chest! [Verse Two] Star in the club giving pounds, yo what up? Bring a white towel just to wipe the blood up Whether you're in a mud hut or the roof of a mansion Ain't no finish line when the goal is expansion And fans, they become a stool pigeon Missionary to spread, this is the new religion You and I know it's best to be defeated In the battle, we all saw the sign up sheet Smitty Big Barry and Check Love ya heard Now you know who get 1st, 2nd and 3rd You get the bird and it ain't no prize Love Halloween get to don a disguise Get me some fries Raps you'll never match it And you know where I'm 'bout to bury the hatchet Deep in your tits it's time to give thanks Fuck Schwarzenegger we love Barry Banks [Hook] [Scratch Hook] "You get chopped" "In ya frickin' chest"