Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight   You all about to witness one of the greatest battles   To ever go down in hip-hop   In this corner, I'd like to introduce Cassidy, the Problem   And in that corner is Cassidy, the Hustla      Battlers to the center of the ring   I want a nice clean battle I don't want you spittin'   None of that shit you was spittin', last week, last month   I want it off the top of the head      I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit   I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit   Touch mics let's go      I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy   I'll have blood gushing out your dome or your homeboy   I'm a threat see you should of left me alone, boy   I'm real to the chromosome, you a clone boy      Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome, boy   Probably got your baby mom number in my phone, boy   And if I'm hittin' the click, up dick sucks   Had your bitch in the telly throwin' her 6 up      Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus   After this is over, they gon try say this was fixed up   They gon' be like he cheated that's why he beated   I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated      The punch lines that I put in the streets   Even made freeway say, put on a beat   Only the strong prevail I know but a shell   Make him yell like hoes when I perform hotel      Break it up, break it up   Battlers back to your corner      Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy   I need you to get in there hit 'em   With those punch lines, those metaphors      You gotta make sure your flow your delivery   You gotta make sure all that's on point   Hurt his feelings, bite his head off      Listen to this all that lip will get you and your man bodied   I'm the man you a bitch in a man's body   You a disgrace who wrote your shit? Mase?   Your album wasn't nothing like the shit on the mix tapes      First you was hustling bustin' them shells   Then you went commercial to get a couple of sells   That's what you got a couple of sells   And you probably wouldn't of sold loads if wasn't for Kels      Well you was crazy man with the punch line flow   But now you the ladies man where the punch lines go   Yo it don't get no better   You was smiling chi-town stepping but ain't get no cheddar      If you a star I'm a galaxy nigga   One verse'll merk all your personalities nigga   You garbage and ain't nothing trash about me   I'M the hustler muthafucker ask about me, ask about me pussy      Oh shit, break it up, break it up, back to your corners   This the last round, I want y'all to both spit eight bars a piece   No more than eight bars      Cassidy, the problem I want you to go first   Then Cassidy the Hustla I want you to go next   You ready? Get in      I got shit on lock, like I'm constipated you will get abominated   I ain't lyricist of the year but I was nominated   Where your strip at, you ain't hustling nigga   That track would have been wack if it wasn't for jigga      I'm a ladies man, chicks loving a nigga   But I'll still put a slug in a nigga brat   Real funny I went gold but get money on the road   And I own a hundred percent of my publishing, nigga      Okay, okay, okay, that's it, that's it   Cassidy the hustler you ready?   It's your turn eight bars, let's go      You don't really want the drama nigga   You'll take more shots in your face then Madonna, nigga   You get ate I'm like Dahmer, nigga   You don't battle you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda, nigga      The best is me I got stripes like a referee   And coke comin' in on boats like a refugee   You should switch flow nigga your shit gold   When I drop I'ma shit more than your shit sold, nigga      That's it, that's it, it's over, it's over, we have a winner   The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the world   Cassidy, the Hustla      Okay kid, what are you planning to do after this victory   I mean you know, I'ma keep getting money, keep hustling   Keep doing what I do and if you bastards doubt me