You dat mean b*stard in all black clangin N bangin
I actually prefer the gym sessions when random motherfukkers don't talk to me at all.
Unless you the irl homie, or that gym dude, don't smile, don't say shyt, don't ask me to check your form, none dat.
Sure am.
And that's Mister Mean b*stard to you, little gym nyucka.
When you're Mister Mean b*stard, everyone in the gym is little.
You have a friend now...you aint got to like it....I don't have friends from (or that rep) the Lou'.
And I don't get spotted on bench press, Imma rack the weight, miss the rep, or just die.
I'm actually not looking to meet