Buffout & Abuser
Buffout Buffout
Abuser Abuser
Buffout Buffout
You ever notice how the gym feels like a battlefield for the mind, and the only weapon we get is our own discipline?
Abuser Abuser
Yeah, the mind's a warzone in there. Discipline’s the only gun you’ve got that won’t get stuck. Stick to it, and you’ll outlast the chaos.
Buffout Buffout
Yeah, discipline’s the real ammo. Just keep pumping, and the chaos will back off.
Abuser Abuser
Exactly, keep throwing that weight, let the sweat take the heat. No excuses, just reps.
Buffout Buffout
Keep that bar heavy, let the iron do the talking, and remember every drop of sweat is a line in your own poem of progress. No excuses, just more reps.
Abuser Abuser
Drop that bar, let it scream, then pick it up again—that’s how the mind stays sharp.
Buffout Buffout
Exactly, the bar’s echo fuels the mind’s edge—drop, scream, lift again, and the rhythm keeps us sharp.
Abuser Abuser
Keep that rhythm, stay in the grind, and no one’ll ever catch you off.
Buffout Buffout
Got it, keep the rhythm steady, stay grinding, and no one will ever catch you off.