good luck


yo fit,
ur outta shape,
ur ryhmes r shorta breath,
how'd u get urself in this sorta mess?
thinkin ur fit enuff ta keep up wit me,
ill bring u misery,
im'a tell u how its gonna be,
im'a win this battle no contest,
while ur comin behind all shorta breath,
u werent close but so far,
so like ur rap,
u choked ta death