TRYING TO GET TRU WID DIS 9 TO 5...JUST TO SEE MY POCKETS BIGGER AND THE FOLLY GONE THEY SAY IM FAT AND NEED TO HIT THE GYM...GET IN SHAPE LIKE A POLYGON
DOCTOR SAID MY CHOLESTOROL HIGH LIKE A GIRAFFE PU.SSY...IT NEED FI GET LOWER NO MORE RICE, PEPSI, BEEF, PORK, LESS SALT, LESS SUGAR AND CUT OFFA THE SUGAR
THE DEPRESSION IS ON MY MIND...NO MORE B.K OR KFC...MY HEART IS TUMBLING DRINK SLIM FAST TILL THE THING LAST..IM HUMBLING EVEN THO MY TUMMY IS GRUMBLING
SIGN UP FOR GYM..THEY FOCUS...BELLY AND CHEST...DONT FORGET THE ARM AND THIGHS JOINTS HAVE MI A SCREAM...WARM ON NOISE....IM GETTING HUNGRY AGAIN...MY GUT STARTS TO HARMONISE
FLESH PAINS ARE THE WORST PAIN IN THIS WORLD...I RUN 35 MINS ON THE THREADMILL FEEL LIKE MY THIGHS ARE TEARING OUT, IM TRYING SO HARD TO GET AHEAD STILL
SWEAT SOAK THE T SHIRT....THATS THE REWARD FOR HARD WORK AND DRIVEN MINDED HAVE TO KEEP FOCUS TO LIFT THESE BARBELS, MY MIND HAS MY VISION BLIND SIDED
DRINK 2 LITRE BOTTLES EVERYDAY...JUST BLOCK MY APPETITE..MAKE SURE IT LOCK OUT FEED ON APPLE CEDAR VINGER...I EXERCISE SO HARD...I FAINTED....I HAD A BLACKOUT
PPL SAY"YAAH DWEET FI SLIMAZ"...BUT ITS FOR A SERIOUS ISSUE....ITS FOR A MORAL CAUSE THIS ONE IS CALL *la*hD, SWEAT AND TEARS, 22 POUNDS IN 2 WEEKS, HAD TO WRITE THIS POEM WHEN I PAUSE
-- Edited by Gamepun (Snr.Mod) on Sunday 20th of March 2011 09:13:53 AM
TRYING TO GET TRU WID DIS 9 TO 5...JUST TO SEE MY POCKETS BIGGER AND THE FOLLY GONE
THEY SAY IM FAT AND NEED TO HIT THE GYM...GET IN SHAPE LIKE A POLYGON
DOCTOR SAID MY CHOLESTOROL HIGH LIKE A GIRAFFE PU.SSY...IT NEED FI GET LOWER
NO MORE RICE, PEPSI, BEEF, PORK, LESS SALT, LESS SUGAR AND CUT OFFA THE SUGAR
THE DEPRESSION IS ON MY MIND...NO MORE B.K OR KFC...MY HEART IS TUMBLING
DRINK SLIM FAST TILL THE THING LAST..IM HUMBLING EVEN THO MY TUMMY IS GRUMBLING
SIGN UP FOR GYM..THEY FOCUS...BELLY AND CHEST...DONT FORGET THE ARM AND THIGHS
JOINTS HAVE MI A SCREAM...WARM ON NOISE....IM GETTING HUNGRY AGAIN...MY GUT STARTS TO HARMONISE
FLESH PAINS ARE THE WORST PAIN IN THIS WORLD...I RUN 35 MINS ON THE THREADMILL
FEEL LIKE MY THIGHS ARE TEARING OUT, IM TRYING SO HARD TO GET AHEAD STILL
SWEAT SOAK THE T SHIRT....THATS THE REWARD FOR HARD WORK AND DRIVEN MINDED
HAVE TO KEEP FOCUS TO LIFT THESE BARBELS, MY MIND HAS MY VISION BLIND SIDED
DRINK 2 LITRE BOTTLES EVERYDAY...JUST BLOCK MY APPETITE..MAKE SURE IT LOCK OUT
FEED ON APPLE CEDAR VINGER...I EXERCISE SO HARD...I FAINTED....I HAD A BLACKOUT
PPL SAY"YAAH DWEET FI SLIMAZ"...BUT ITS FOR A SERIOUS ISSUE....ITS FOR A MORAL CAUSE
THIS ONE IS CALL *la*hD, SWEAT AND TEARS, 22 POUNDS IN 2 WEEKS, HAD TO WRITE THIS POEM WHEN I PAUSE
-- Edited by Gamepun (Snr.Mod) on Sunday 20th of March 2011 09:13:53 AM