Gym Master Lyrics

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