Gym Rat Rap
Yo check it
I’m at the gym and I’m lifting weights
Getting more cut than Sharon Tate
Get big every day that’s my motto
My gym schedule is never staccato
Popping veins and rippling abs
I look like something cooked up in a lab
Cuz I’m a lifting machine
Running on chicken breasts and creatine
All those scrawny dudes getting jealous of me
Cuz my body so good at synthesizing ATP!
My favorite surface is one that’s made of glass
So I can see myself lookin like Charles atlas
You know I’m always looking for a reason to take off my shirt
But I’m so cut if you touch me you might get hurt
But that’s a risk that I am willing to take
So check out my guns
And my rock hard buns
I treat the bench press like it’s a dinner date
So I’m telling ya bae grab me two more fifty pound plates
Cuz I’m gonna scarf it down
Then go for three more ten rep rounds
Then when I’m done slam the weights on the ground
Now I gotta drop the mic because it’s time to tan
Then have a post work out meal of rice and salmon
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