As I walk into the fukin gym, many thoughts go threw my head about my routines, little pencil head fucks like to stare, and ask question, by this time im in my fuckin zone, fuckin Rage. I must break though the sorry ass so called human limits, Im not human, im a beast and I feeds off of haters. As I approach the workout, I start thinking about all the mother fuckers out there who has doubted me, all the bitches who did not want me, and most of all the little bicths who said I need to do something better with my time. I don’t have time for fuckin questions, this is my life, my home, my Rage. As I start my routines the best spot for all the little fucks is in the corner. When I dropped 350 on my chest for aobut 10 reps, I think to my self, this isn’t good enough, I want more…… I own this fuckin gym. When I feel like I don’t have any more left in me, that’s when my workout has begins. I don’t have time for pussy little fucks, who take creatine and think there big, because they bench some sort of weight. Having the Rage that I have will turn you into something the haters and people fear. I have no heart, I have no feeling, im hollow. I have no bullshit, when I come in the gym stay the fuck out of my way, and most of all don’t ask me how long it took me to get like this, because I was born with this Rage, and most of all, they don’t have what it takes