Dem Gainz - 360, PEZ

If Jesus walked on water then I’m swimmin' on land

(Check this cunt out) It doesn’t matter when I listen to trance

I can’t help but break into this ridiculous dance

It’s like a faster running man, but I’m kicking and flicking my hands (Woo)

Understand I’m the shit and I think I’m the man (I do)

Yeah, bulking on these motherfuckers

Incredible Hulkin' on these motherfuckers

I’m the dude in the gym, training his upper body

With pants on 'cause downstairs there’s nothing on me

Check my damn pins, not a damn thing

Yo, my hamstring actually looks like an actual fucking hamstring

The damn gym’s the only thing that I’m advanced in

Bustin' out reps in the tempo that I dance in

Incredible back, impeccable traps

And when I’m topless I’m never relaxed, I’m flexing my abs ()

In cardio I’m the best on the map

I even forget where I’m at to give my memory laps (Think about that)

I’m so obsessed with fitness that I’m the definition

When I rap, I even get the record skippin'

I got a thick neck, but shit legs, ayy?

Do some fuckin' squats then, Nah, I got a big headache

Ah, typical 6 fuck, skip leg day

Cunt, we’ll do it tomorrow, man, I’d rather hit chest, ayy (You fuckin' pussy)

I do ten sets on the bench-press

Then do ten reps on the peck deck, I’ve got the best chest

And if you want the same then listen to your sensei

(Do it) Yeah, fuckin' 6 is really making sense, ayy?

You want the best shape?

Go and get your chest great

Fuck your legs, mate, only worry about your pecks, ayy

You gotta work out the best way, where every day is chest day

Yeah, it’s Forthwrite, Dem Gainz

If you wondering where 6 been lately

You can catch me at the gym, baby

It shows I got my pecks so strong

Everybody sayin' that my chest so bomb (This cunt’s massive)

I know you prob’ly thinking this shit’s crazy

Upper body is the shit, baby

You know I got my headphones on (Check it out)

Won’t believe that it’s a techno song

Just leave me alone (Yeah)

The moment that I walk in the gym

You’re like, «What the fuck’s my girl doing talkin' to him?»

(Sup babe)

A workout’s better the shorter it is

So I’m calling it quits before it begins

Walk straight up and disconnect the exercise bike

See people looking mesmerised when I ride by (Bye)

From the time I was born, I was never quite right

You wanna hide your flaws, I’m tryna emphasise mine

So while they try and get all energised, I

Don’t give a fuck about my tris and my pecks and my bis (Nah)

I’m tryna blend in with the rest of my kind

And look like every white guy I’ve ever met in my life (Okay)

Lookin' skinny on these motherfuckers

See my arms?

Muscles are mini on these motherfuckers

All these lames say it’s gain season (It is)

Nah, I’m tryna find ways to train so my frame weakens

That’s a main reason I spend the whole time

I’m here walkin' 'round, daydreaming in a daze schemin'

'Cause time is money and shit’s expensive

So I ain’t leavin' till I break-even, yeah

It’s hard to summarise it, but well

In a nutshell, I won’t touch a dumbbell

I’d rather walk up on these dickheads who are big and buff

While they’re standing in the mirror and then interrupt ()

I hear 'em call me skinny like I give a fuck

I’m 'bout to get a nip and tuck just so I get skinnier

I idolise those skinny runts bumming ciggies in the city, bruh

And I’m not giving up till I look similar

And this is sincere, I been at this gym for six years

People wonder why I’m even in here

It’s 'cause I hate workin' upper body, man, I can’t take it

But if there’s legs bein' worked out then I’m partaking

See me half-baked in my apartment

Stark naked, doing calf raises till my heart’s racin'

And I’ll start pacin' till my feet’ll hurt

And do a shitload of cleans, I don’t need the jerk

I’ll even spend a whole night in a squat rack

How many reps is that, PEZ?

I don’t know, I lost track (Fuck it)

I want my top half lookin' like I’m on crack

But I want my glutes and my calves and my quads jacked

And if you want that too here’s a template (Yep)

To get your flex game better than your best mate (How?)

You gotta workout the PEZ way and only train on leg day

Forthwrite, Dem Gainz

If you wondering where PEZ been lately

You can catch me at the gym, baby

You know that when I flex those quads

They’re sayin', «How'd you get your legs so strong?»

(Check out his fuckin'

pins)

I know you prob’ly thinking this shit’s crazy

Lower body is the shit, baby

You know I got my headphones on (Yeah)

Best believe that it’s a techno song

Just leave me alone