As I walk into the fuckin 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, I'm not human, I'm a beast and I feed off of the 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 douche bags 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 skull fuck 350 for 10 on the bench, 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 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 hater 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.