Jasper Moranday - CreatIne Fiend prod. JxnBeatz
Автор: Jasper Moranday
Загружено: 2025-01-29
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A joke diss track against my physical therapist assistant Jimenez.
Lyrics
Chorus
Mix it, shake it, sip it down
Flexin’ fake, but where’s the crown?
Bulkin’ up, but lost the fight
All that muscle, no insight
Verse I
Jimenez walkin’ like a titan, swellin’ up but never strikin’
Benchin’ heavy, still ain’t frightenin’, biceps big, but wit’s decidin’
You swear it’s all just “hard work,” nah, that shaker’s doin’ dirt
Think you Hercules rebirthed? More like science lab alert
Puffin’ up like bread with yeast thinkin’ that you’re some elite
But I seen you miss a beat—skipped leg day, lost the feat
Traps so tight they cut your brain off, curls don’t mean the pain’s off
Lifting plates but ducking weight when real tests wanna face off
Chorus
Mix it, shake it, sip it down
Flexin’ fake, but where’s the crown?
Bulkin’ up, but lost the fight
All that muscle, no insight
Verse II
Got the veins but not the gain where it counts, I see the strain
Lookin’ swole but still in pain, all that water in your frame
Talkin’ ‘bout your macros tight, but can’t outlift common sense
Protein-packed but brain’s on light, heavy bars, weak defense
You keep scoopin’, I keep movin’, mind is sharp, the truth is proven
You got size but still confusin’, all that mass, but soul diluted
Claim you natural?
That’s a reach, powder breathin’, check the speech
More synthetic than your preach, flexin’ hard, but outta reach
Chorus
Mix it, shake it, sip it down
Flexin’ fake, but where’s the crown?
Bulkin’ up, but lost the fight
All that muscle, no insight
Verse III
Took your tubs, took your jugs, still, you couldn’t lift me up
You ain’t built, you just buff, all that strength and still corrupt
Spotter holdin’ half your reps, still convinced you out here next?
Grip the bar but lose the bet, strongest man with no respect
Aesthetic’s fine but where’s the skill?
Just a shell with no real will
Beast mode till the bill gets filled, supplements won’t hide that guilt
So keep stirrin’, keep on pourin’, try to outrun fate implorin’
But when real ones take the floor in, we’ll see gains that ain’t distorin’
Chorus
Mix it, shake it, sip it down
Flexin’ fake, but where’s the crown?
Bulkin’ up, but lost the fight
All that muscle, no insight
Outro
Creatine fiend, just a dream
All that mass don’t make a king
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