Gym Master

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, fuck Ayn Rand
I'm doing calisthenics, I'm smoking anaesthetics
If you fuck 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