R.I.P. Barry

By Yesify

Released on May 6, 2020

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[Part I]

Cayla left you, homie, yeah we get it

Nobody cares

Your career gonna fall just like your pops when he fell down the stairs

Your diss is corny, why the fuck are you growling? Are you on meth?

You fix food so bring me a salad

Where’s your girl at? Like who’s the faggot?

Oh my God, my heart is stoppin'

I heard the same flow in your song called “Choppin'”

Wait, I fell off? Fact check on your diss

I’m killin' a career that don’t even exist

Dude, your apartment is the size of my bedroom

Your thighs so fat, when Hannah gave you head she needed extra extra lеg room

Diss me then shit flips

You work with sandwiches bеcause that’s the only time you’re around pussy-shaped lips

You sit in a chair all day, how much bait can you take?

I’m surprised your spine didn’t break

You once said my raps are barely bearable?

I was at your stand-up comedy show and your jokes are fuckin' terrible

Ain’t nobody laugh

Yeah you drive a car but you all outta gas

I make art, bitch, you make trash

You like Bill Cosby for sex

My dad does shows, your dad lives off disability checks

Oh, my other ex?

I’ll shoot my mayonnaise on Hannah’s face for a better comeback

Nail in the coffin, hand me a thumbtack

L.O.L., I’m datin' someone new

Mustard packet? Boy, you need to catch up (ketchup), dude

Man, stop, I’ma let the beat drop


[Part II]

Been a week, times tickin' on the clock

Took you two weeks to write

You just proved my point you got writer’s block

Need some views? Just use my name instead

I’ma make this walking gimmick turn into The Walking Dead

I got enough dirt on you to murder you

Damn you made a video and went all out with the words

What I said must have really hurted you

I got your attention, big boy is fed

Try to kill me, bitch I ain’t even dead

You been rappin' for years but you sound like a starter

I threw shots easy so you could clap back harder

You sound mad, you a big talker

Pulled up to my house but didn’t confront me

You a big stalker

I’m the guy that everybody hates

I bet your bum-ass reuses paper plates

Spent one night at yo place

Yo bed bugs got me itchin'

If you can’t take heat get the fuck up out the kitchen

You brought a gun but I brought a knife to stab it

Sorry, I’m not gonna be friends with a drug addict who has a bad habit

Your life’s a mess

I know you can’t run but get your life on track

LSD: did it rot your brain or was you always wack?

I’m not offended by a dude who make Lil Pump remixes

That video isn’t gonna make up for how bad you rap

I set you up with the first diss, you fell right into my trap

He said, “I got better things to do,” but I don’t even find they true

That’s how you lose friends, you piece of shit

You a weak target, I feel bad for killin'

Can’t revive if you were never livin'

I’m killin' you slowly

You need to chill out before you OD

Look, I’m twice as better as you’ll ever be

Before you right a diss go take it easy on the LSD

Each time you rap you just gettin' worse every minute

But I’ll be the villain

Bitch, respond

That reaction vid was kinda borin' me

You said you’re busy

Motherfucker, we in quarantine

You announcin' streams on Twitter that nobody watches

I’d rather watch a podcast with nobody talkin'

Throw you in the oven, get burned

I got you concerned

You need some material so you make up a lie

I’m better lyrically and you cannot deny

Glad I made you rap 'cause your vids were gettin' dry

Stalkin' me, that is not it

I fell asleep watchin' your 50-minute content

Laughin' so hard, you the biggest clown

I feel bad for kickin' a man while he’s down

I’m an honest with deep confessions

You gon' need a vest 'cause I use my words as weapons

Missin' school to do drugs—truency

IG took my pic down 'cause they thought you was a female—nudity

Why you always lyin', man?

You can’t judge my appearance when you shaped like a fuckin' fryin' pan

Put the drugs down, you ain’t foolin' me

You ain’t iced out, bitch, you ain’t even own jewelry

Haven’t made a hit since 2018

Playground insults? Then I guess I’ma swing

That Censored album was so damn bad

You even said it was trash

You washed up now

You’re just a feature on your nephew’s tracks

Cal down, no, I’m not dissin' him

I bet you’re big and I’m slim

Boxin' you isn’t fair but in a battle I’ll win

You once said I ain’t trippin' on activist

Wit' you long hair and bitchy sass I might slap a bitch


[Part III]

You know inside, he really sweet and he sour

Took you three weeks to respond

I made my diss in an hour

You think that I’m scared of him?

Saw my diss, he was panickin'

Bars more blank than expressions on a mannequin (E-Eskry, turn that shit up man)

Slingin' my shots like I’m Dennis the Menace

I can’t listen to your new shit 'cause you mean after every fucking sentence

Stop the tough act, like, why you still pretendin'?

If we battle twice, boy, I’ma double win

My bars got more layers than your motherfuckin' double chin

Let you on a song but you half-ass a verse

It’s impossible to make this guy look any fuckin' worse

Yuh

Made a song called Slug, so I guess that you slow

Spot the hard act, you the softest guy I know

Spillin' the tea like a Snapple

I come at your throat like an Adam’s Apple

He just mad 'cause he know I spit the double truth

Put two L’s together, that creates a W

Callin' you out ‘cause you keepin' it distant

Took you so long to reply, shit, I forgot you existed

I’m more like a movie and you’re more like commercial

You an actor, right?

'Cause I don’t need rehearsal

Quit rap, go take a vacation

Not to rat you out but didn’t you jump an old guy at a gas station?

Dick move

Yeah

I waited almost two weeks

Where the fuck Barry at?

I see why you quit rap because talent’s what you lack

Your voice is awful to listen to

Like listenin' to forks scratch

The last rap battle you had was with a kid named Kyle

I’ma have a heart attack

9-1-1, hit the dial

Fingers dogs, but he’s not in denial

I’m the full game and you just a free trial

Like sauce, bitch, and I’m really hot and mild

(E-Eskry, turn that shit up, man)

You know you ain’t goin' easy

Took you weeks to write just to please me

After this drop, we will see who is wheezing