On the rest of Cash on Delivery, Cash shows he's a serious student of such old-school titans as N.W.A. and Scarface. Getting beyond them to create his own sound is trickier; "Fuck Amerikkka" is the same dull indictment of The Man that you've heard a million times over, and the recurrent "I-had-to-sell-drugs" theme is equally stale. Cash's mischievous drawl is definitely endearing, though, and when he applies it to freakazoidal throwdowns like "Sex Appeal" and "Fiends, Fiends, Fiends," or the tongue-twisting lyricism of "Payback," C.O.D. delivers.