Guidelines (Qash Qai & Barreta Diss)

I ain't sittin' in the sidelines, next to all the shots fired I'ma teach you motherfuckers guidelines First off, Qash Qai, shut your bum ass mouth You fell off, on behalf of FL, get yo dumb ass out Lips yappin' like your fingers typin' Loud as fuck, no thinkin' behind it If CiNo behind it, I'll really get this beef shit ignited Beast, I'm a Titan, King Leonidas Got the spirit of 300 if you beef with The Warriors Speak of the coroner, leavin' you 6-feet-deep, in-between purgatory and hell I can get gory as hell, but listen up, I'll chill Cuz I got a little story to tell, well Qash Qai's a lame who went from BET to sellin' snacks He battle raps and claims to be the best, but yet is hella wack You facing the real Rap God, boy! You pebbles snacks Prime gassed you up, now you broke and a petty brat Level that, we see you got no balance, you shaky You say you dope till niggas smoke a pound of fugazi Movin' around the room, gazing, lookin' at you in yo face, be like "You done sold me some bullshit!", now you look shady Not cuz you bit Slim's "Crack A Bottle", compared tits to avocados, that was awful Fuck that! Bust back or get the fuck back! I love that blood splatterin' up at your rug mat I want that competition, I'm on a mission, nigga, trust that And I wanna mention, ain't you the same dude sayin' you on Hollwood shit? But whenever you showed up, Hollywood dipped! And that's real shit, hashtag Teflon Snacks Bitch, you washed up, still tryna get on tracks Got on Smack once, got vaulted, The War Report stole it And showed why you gon' stay PG, go home, bitch Too grown for this, but it's battle rap, get over it I load a clip 'fore I go to spit so the shots fired supposed to hit How you holdin' up? Take this L, I rolled 'em up If he try to shine, I'll Smack 'em like Charron is up! That Hoffa treatment, poverty got you hot and steamin' It got to your head, you think you God? Nigga, stop misleadin' all the people You're not a beast, at least not like me Off the leash, I go mautize, be honest, bitch, what you know 'bout me? Snack slinger, you're nobody You're that cliche battler who can't make good music Thought "It Ain't That Hard", and that's the "Reason" you shit You clueless, dissin' LMS was foolish He killed your ass, I'm here to put the nail in the coffin, screw it I proved it already, so I'll tell you another story, fool Way back in the day, believe it or not, I supported you! A Florida dude on Freestyle Friday back-to-back was fuckin' epic 'Till Bones 2-0'd you and made you run your necklace So disrespectful, give no fucks, I'll chin-check you Inspect you, pocket check, you'll need your friends to protect you Waited for you to show up, You Ain't Do Shit I just killed you on a track, you won't do shit I knocked him out in the first round, hear the verse pound, alert the town Now on to the next victim I gotta put in a hearse now Barreta, you thought I was gon' let you slide? You no-showed our battle and now set to die! Your delivery wack, I'll show you how to do this Don't cross this Lyrical God, just hang yourself, Judas The C in my name's for Caesar, your B is Brutus Keepin' it true, I just wanna keep it peaceful like Buddhists But you ain't helpin', so I keep a piece full of new clips If I unload all rounds, you gon' be in a news clip Youz a foolish nuisance, but you ain't been new since Last year, you'll get sprayed out for paper like gluesticks I go for low blows, aim for balls like poolsticks The hits were more direct cuz you saggin' like loose tits Don't be mad cuz I'm going for the C.R.E.A.M., no Coolwhip I just wanna ride up, order fries from you in a cool whip! Yo, why you lookin' so blue? What, you actin' like you Crip? Even Dr. Seuss knew shit's real, Red Fish Blue Fish Those who know me know what I'm 'bout, you test Chris, ooh shit I'll double spaz, split your head in two, that's deuces ... Juju... you next, boy! Meet me at the Art Of War... GOD!