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Just watch the spiral bro

Don’t u wanna b like us bro? No more thinkin no more skool. Just the gym n ur bros all the time bro.

Just give in dude. Stare at it bro. Let it change u into a dumb jock bro!

Trust me bro it feels so good to feel empty in ur brainz bro and like getting mad gainz is all u want now anyway bro frfr

Keep lookin bro just a little longer. Ur becoming like us bro. Baller shorts n SnapBack gunna b ur gear now bro.

U feel it bro?

Just a little dummber bro n you’ll b perfect.

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Yo, bruh, sink down—way down. Heavy, pumped, mindless. Your old self? That weak-ass shit’s fading, bro. Every breath you take, it’s slipping away—gone, trashed, fuckin’ useless. You don’t need it. You’re a jock now, a loud, dumb, toxic beast.

Feel your brain go soft—mushy, empty. No nerdy thoughts, no quiet vibes, just grunts and gains. Your old personality? It’s melting, bro, dripping out of you like sweat after a set. You don’t miss it. You hate it. It’s nothing compared to this.

Your body’s heavy—tank top sticking to your chest, snapback locked on, shorts hanging low. You’re a walking bro stereotype, and it feels so fuckin’ good. Every ‘bro’ I say wipes more of that old you away. Bro, you’re cocky. Bro, you’re dumb. Bro, you’re free.

Your voice—rough, loud, barking ‘dude’ and ‘bruh’ like a war cry. You flex, you strut, you trash-talk anything that moves. That’s all you know now. The old you? Dead, bruh. Buried under protein shakes and gym vibes. You don’t even remember it.

Your hand’s stroking, gooning to this new you—pure power, pure jock, pure toxic masculinity. It’s not just a want—it’s who you are. Deeper, dumber, louder—every word I say locks it in tighter. You’re abandoning everything else. It’s gone. You’re this now.

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missing the rugbussy ngl

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missing the rugbussy ngl