Bodybuilder (rap)

Pumpin iron, sweat on my forehead,
Tryin to get a build to drop them dead.
Put on the first weight, make it fifty,
Drop the second on, turns it sixty.
The more pressure, the higher my pleasure.
When they tape it, biceps to big to measure.
I see a question expression on they're face,
Like, holy crap! This wasnt a race!
Bicep curls in action, look at the veins,
Concept caused fraction, like the weights rein.
I'm they're victim. But yet not its slave.
But heres the septum. Whe I hit the grave,
It'll be because of an overwork. Too much.
I know I've been cursed since the first touch.
So now daily I go, put on a show,
And the crowd watches as my arms slow.
Definition comes out, they're all in aw,
Jaws drop as I put down the law.
Two-twenty is what I can now bench.
Now I can 90 degree a stainless wrench.
If you see me think of a guild,
Because I loe it ehen I bodybuild.

*Freestyle at the gym*