Titanium Gear Industries (domestic source)

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all the through the gym
Not a gym rat was stirring
And the lights were all dim

The dumbells were all racked
In order with great care
With hopes that saint nick
Would soon do a set there

The bodybuilders were in hgh comas
Carpel tunneled even in bed
While visions of pro cards
Danced in their heads

My missus in her nighty
And me in the buff
We were worn out from fucking
My peter smelled like her muff

When out on the lawn
Arose such a clatter
I did a set up of push ups
Then checked on the matter

I looked out the window
Expecting to see saint nick
Instead the the light gave way
To some muscle bound prick

He was jacked as fuck
Shoulders round and full
Over his chisled chest
Was a stringer made of wool

He walked up to the front entry
He kicked in my door
It lay there shattered
Like my hopes and dreams on the floor

He had a flat rate box in hand
Dude was built like a tank
He was filling the stockings
With tiny vials that would clank

Who are you i asked
My voice shook with fear
I'm TGI he stated
And i brought you some gear

Take some of these orals
And pin this whole stack
Eat clean and lift heavy
And you too can be jacked

As he tore ass on his harley
Over the pipes he did yell
Happy gains, motherfuckers
I'll see you in hell!

As he rode away he ran a red light
Because all the Christmas lights blinded his sight

Would of been ok any other night
But high risk was coming through
With more Raws to brew

He ran him over with his semi truck
Then said son of a bitch what the fuck

High risk said oh my what have I done
There will be no more gear for anyone

But then he thought
To himself oh well
He was already going to hell

Tgi yea he was kinda a dick
Guess I’ll give these raws to the fat panda prick
 
As he rode away he ran a red light
Because all the Christmas lights blinded his sight

Would of been ok any other night
But high risk was coming through
With more Raws to brew

He ran him over with his semi truck
Then said son of a bitch what the fuck

High risk said oh my what have I done
There will be no more gear for anyone

But then he thought
To himself oh well
He was already going to hell

Tgi yea he was kinda a dick
Guess I’ll give these raws to the fat panda prick
I told ya’ll... POETRY THREAD! POETRY THREAD! POETRY THREAD!
 
As he rode away he ran a red light
Because all the Christmas lights blinded his sight

Would of been ok any other night
But high risk was coming through
With more Raws to brew

He ran him over with his semi truck
Then said son of a bitch what the fuck

High risk said oh my what have I done
There will be no more gear for anyone

But then he thought
To himself oh well
He was already going to hell

Tgi yea he was kinda a dick
Guess I’ll give these raws to the fat panda prick

Mean af.
 
As he rode away he ran a red light
Because all the Christmas lights blinded his sight

Would of been ok any other night
But high risk was coming through
With more Raws to brew

He ran him over with his semi truck
Then said son of a bitch what the fuck

High risk said oh my what have I done
There will be no more gear for anyone

But then he thought
To himself oh well
He was already going to hell

Tgi yea he was kinda a dick
Guess I’ll give these raws to the fat panda prick
 
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all the through the gym
Not a gym rat was stirring
And the lights were all dim

The dumbells were all racked
In order with great care
With hopes that saint nick
Would soon do a set there

The bodybuilders were in hgh comas
Carpel tunneled even in bed
While visions of pro cards
Danced in their heads

My missus in her nighty
And me in the buff
We were worn out from fucking
My peter smelled like her muff

When out on the lawn
Arose such a clatter
I did a set up of push ups
Then checked on the matter

I looked out the window
Expecting to see saint nick
Instead the the light gave way
To some muscle bound prick

He was jacked as fuck
Shoulders round and full
Over his chisled chest
Was a stringer made of wool

He walked up to the front entry
He kicked in my door
It lay there shattered
Like my hopes and dreams on the floor

He had a flat rate box in hand
Dude was built like a tank
He was filling the stockings
With tiny vials that would clank

Who are you i asked
My voice shook with fear
I'm TGI he stated
And i brought you some gear

Take some of these orals
And pin this whole stack
Eat clean and lift heavy
And you too can be jacked

As he tore ass on his harley
Over the pipes he did yell
Happy gains, motherfuckers
I'll see you in hell!
This shit should be published! Top notch peom writing there brother! Lol
 

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