Gym Master
The Boys
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What's happening? I'm laughing You're laughing We're huffing laughing gas At the after party Falling on empty canisters like staked Draculas Rolling on MD like I'm fucking on skates All in, looking fabulous, immaculate Watery eyes, snorting lines of my own ejaculate We on that Ouroboros shit For that protein hit You want to double-dip For muscle worship Then give me a kiss Then we're going to get ripped Because The Boys hit the gym The Boys hit the gym Get a grip on the barbell, time to begin Gym pants flapping in the wind We're training our biceps, triceps While you're training your chin, silence My body marble, sculpted by Donatello You better bulk up, your body Jell-O I'm shaped like a clip-art cloud And when I lift, I growl and bellow You're reading Paulo Coelho, wack The only thing I've read was the gym contract Cause a long paragraph doesn't get you jacked My six-pack is an eight-pack, that's a fact I'm lifting kilos for the gram Arms so big got their own OnlyFans On that He-Man shit, washboard abs Let's get soapy, touch me with no hands I'm doing chin-ups, no rubber bands T-shots into my glands New muscles spring up It's springtime for my hamstrings But gonna need new gym pants Gym Master Harder, better, stronger, faster Shape? Grand, fake tan Brand new gold chain Weighs more than your neck can withstand Custom made pendant has the face of Hulk Hogan And I dance in front of the cam like Silence of the Lambs Silence at the gym when we're widening our calves Beef hormones surging through my glands I don't shrug this Atlas, f*ck Ayn Rand I'm doing calisthenics, I'm smoking anaesthetics If you f*ck with The Boys then you better call a medic Objection, may I approach the bench Can't pass the bar, you'll never get hench Get cross-examined by 12 Angry Men Form's not in order, I'm going Judge Dredd This Boy getting big This shit getting lit Can you feel the pump When we're doing deadlifts Skin on fire, hair blasting up Hitting that vagina like Vegeta Fucking up cells like Future Trunks I've got a standalone complex Got muscle men on my Pinterest This is no contest Gym Masters, ain't got time to rest Flexing my pecs, doing supersets Necromancer, I'm deadlifting Take a glance at my form, pristine In the tanning bed I glitter like C-beams C-section, too wide to be born Got to go sideways through every door In my prime, pain shoots down my glutes When I squat so low my butt hits the floor Harder than a diamond Stronger than a rhino American Psycho, that's my final form Designer tank tops, Ed Hardy Steroid injections when I party You're doing charlie, I'm signing up for the army Getting an erection thinking of my last gym session Aiming for perfection, governor election Going full Arnie Gym Master Harder, better, stronger, faster
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