when i battle niggas i leave em sick in da head..
an den dey have nightmares an wet they bed..

Cant knowbody in ya crew say CASS afraid..
cuz theyll get slapped on dey face like AFTER SHAVE..
an beforehand u betta start diggin ya grave...
some where in da field like MASTA SLAVES..

If u da truth than u must be fakin//
cause this is rap//stick ta masterbatin..

u think u beatin me u must be sadly mistakin...
cause when ma punchlines drop theyll have the whole EARTH QUAKIN....

if u the truth than i must be god..
cause all ya punchlines iz small like pea pods..
Look man u beta stick ta livin life...
cause ma punchlines rip threw u just knifes...

U already know u cant beat cass in uh battle...
cause ma lines be spankin u just like uh paddle..