| If Jesus walked on water then I’m swimmin' on land
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| (Check this cunt out) It doesn’t matter when I listen to trance
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| I can’t help but break into this ridiculous dance
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| It’s like a faster running man, but I’m kicking and flicking my hands (Woo)
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| Understand I’m the shit and I think I’m the man (I do)
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| Yeah, bulking on these motherfuckers
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| Incredible Hulkin' on these motherfuckers
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| I’m the dude in the gym, training his upper body
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| With pants on 'cause downstairs there’s nothing on me
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| Check my damn pins, not a damn thing
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| Yo, my hamstring actually looks like an actual fucking hamstring
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| The damn gym’s the only thing that I’m advanced in
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| Bustin' out reps in the tempo that I dance in
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| Incredible back, impeccable traps
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| And when I’m topless I’m never relaxed, I’m flexing my abs ()
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| In cardio I’m the best on the map
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| I even forget where I’m at to give my memory laps (Think about that)
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| I’m so obsessed with fitness that I’m the definition
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| When I rap, I even get the record skippin'
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| I got a thick neck, but shit legs, ayy?
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| Do some fuckin' squats then, Nah, I got a big headache
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| Ah, typical 6 fuck, skip leg day
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| Cunt, we’ll do it tomorrow, man, I’d rather hit chest, ayy (You fuckin' pussy)
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| I do ten sets on the bench-press
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| Then do ten reps on the peck deck, I’ve got the best chest
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| And if you want the same then listen to your sensei
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| (Do it) Yeah, fuckin' 6 is really making sense, ayy?
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| You want the best shape? |
| Go and get your chest great
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| Fuck your legs, mate, only worry about your pecks, ayy
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| You gotta work out the best way, where every day is chest day
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| Yeah, it’s Forthwrite, Dem Gainz
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| If you wondering where 6 been lately
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| You can catch me at the gym, baby
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| It shows I got my pecks so strong
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| Everybody sayin' that my chest so bomb (This cunt’s massive)
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| I know you prob’ly thinking this shit’s crazy
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| Upper body is the shit, baby
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| You know I got my headphones on (Check it out)
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| Won’t believe that it’s a techno song
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| Just leave me alone (Yeah)
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| The moment that I walk in the gym
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| You’re like, «What the fuck’s my girl doing talkin' to him?» |
| (Sup babe)
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| A workout’s better the shorter it is
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| So I’m calling it quits before it begins
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| Walk straight up and disconnect the exercise bike
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| See people looking mesmerised when I ride by (Bye)
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| From the time I was born, I was never quite right
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| You wanna hide your flaws, I’m tryna emphasise mine
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| So while they try and get all energised, I
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| Don’t give a fuck about my tris and my pecks and my bis (Nah)
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| I’m tryna blend in with the rest of my kind
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| And look like every white guy I’ve ever met in my life (Okay)
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| Lookin' skinny on these motherfuckers
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| See my arms? |
| Muscles are mini on these motherfuckers
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| All these lames say it’s gain season (It is)
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| Nah, I’m tryna find ways to train so my frame weakens
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| That’s a main reason I spend the whole time
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| I’m here walkin' 'round, daydreaming in a daze schemin'
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| 'Cause time is money and shit’s expensive
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| So I ain’t leavin' till I break-even, yeah
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| It’s hard to summarise it, but well
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| In a nutshell, I won’t touch a dumbbell
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| I’d rather walk up on these dickheads who are big and buff
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| While they’re standing in the mirror and then interrupt ()
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| I hear 'em call me skinny like I give a fuck
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| I’m 'bout to get a nip and tuck just so I get skinnier
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| I idolise those skinny runts bumming ciggies in the city, bruh
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| And I’m not giving up till I look similar
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| And this is sincere, I been at this gym for six years
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| People wonder why I’m even in here
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| It’s 'cause I hate workin' upper body, man, I can’t take it
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| But if there’s legs bein' worked out then I’m partaking
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| See me half-baked in my apartment
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| Stark naked, doing calf raises till my heart’s racin'
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| And I’ll start pacin' till my feet’ll hurt
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| And do a shitload of cleans, I don’t need the jerk
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| I’ll even spend a whole night in a squat rack
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| How many reps is that, PEZ? |
| I don’t know, I lost track (Fuck it)
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| I want my top half lookin' like I’m on crack
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| But I want my glutes and my calves and my quads jacked
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| And if you want that too here’s a template (Yep)
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| To get your flex game better than your best mate (How?)
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| You gotta workout the PEZ way and only train on leg day
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| Forthwrite, Dem Gainz
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| If you wondering where PEZ been lately
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| You can catch me at the gym, baby
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| You know that when I flex those quads
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| They’re sayin', «How'd you get your legs so strong?» |
| (Check out his fuckin'
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| pins)
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| I know you prob’ly thinking this shit’s crazy
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| Lower body is the shit, baby
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| You know I got my headphones on (Yeah)
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| Best believe that it’s a techno song
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| Just leave me alone |