Getting Shredded Without Sheryl

I'm eating right;
Oats, protons, and egg whites.


Sheryl's eating unfit:
Cupcakes, cookies, and my shit.


I'm doing shoulder flies;
Working my shoulders, back, and tris.


Sheryl's ain't doing a goddamn thing;
She's letting her ass drop and her tits swing.


I'm getting the shred;
Females on my balls and giving me head.


Sheryl can't bend down to put on a shoe;
Because she has diabetes. 

 

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