Heavyweight fight tonight!

1313 games, entering the 9th month.. 1313 xzibits of pure art.. 1313 battles for just one moment.. The last shot, what you always wanted.. Seize it boy, or let it slip.. Capture it, this's the end of the trip.. (THE REMIIIIIX) His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his jersey already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To nail shots, but he keeps on forgettin That he should come around, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity.. Lose yourself, but don't confuse yorself Don't abuse yourself, control yourself Another trophy on the shelf, do it for yourself What's left? A ring and a championship belt..

(Thanks Slim Shady)