“The Writing Exercise" - read before flexing.

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get pumped.

kids keep screamin how they tight, think they fit like beaters;
but I don’t like their tone… and their chicks don’t either.
their body of work lacks substance, it’d fit into a beaker;
so here’s a plan to help them flex more-or-less less weaker:

THE WRITING EXERCISE:
ya style aint worked out; it’s just worn out and stupid;
mine? record this over music, you’ll start warmin up to it.
now it’s time to break a sweat - call it makeup for ya tears;
muscles might have memory, but yours aint been jogged in years!
and the weight ya seen is NOTHING... except shitty and a shame;
while mine’s more like lines for indoor rides at Disney when it rains.
so first we’ll take on calisthenics, before weights and apparatuses;
because ya motor skills are worse than an Asian’s in NY traffic is!


NEXT, THE UPPER-BODY
left fore-arms = weak! right fore-arms = thin!
add it all together, ya got some octopus limbs!
now I got ya up in arms; sure, it took a couple days…
think ya got some bi’s? ha, more like some all-out gays.
“just do it”, nike claimed; “do or do not”, yoda described…
then saw ya arm’s other side 'n, horrified, cried: “yo there’s no tri!”


THEN, THE MID-SECTION
if ya got ANY strength in ya chest, consider that lucky;
cuz you got the worst press I seen since Jerry Sandusky!
so leave no time for leisure, even movies - its ya best chance;
the funniest Hangover i've seen starred ya gut in dress pants!
'n ya back’s a mess man! I’m sure ya work it hard - kid, no doubt!
I only seen ya bent-over-flies when my zippers down ‘n dick is out.
ya bodies beyond questionable – ya got no answer for me now...
all it’d take is two-to-three dips, and you’d get cancer of the mouth!


NOW, THE BOTTOM
…and after another looooooooooooong stretch…
I’d say walk the walk since ya talk like such a stroooooooong vet
but ya cavs been in a rebuildin process since long before lebron left
im a perpetual starter, son – so electric my game turns lamps on
while ya just pullin second string, and inserting third tampon
and I aint saying that ya not - but it’s time for manning up
cuz whoever taught ya how to squat, didn’t piss standing up


FINALLY… COOL DOWN
let’s not glaze over the fact this cream puff seems committed to nothin
redefining yo-yo dieting.... with every single meal consistin of Duncan's
and ya could take tes’ til ya sterile, you wont compare bro
as I’m bustin out the big guns, ya still shootin nerf arrows
ya came into this lookin pussy, ya leavin after havin had a ball
but still wouldn’t be conditioned for me if trained by Pavlov dogg
so hang on to these tips; really kid, I mean it! never let go...
don’t throw in the towel, fag; even sauna’s got dress codes!