Lunge War

Line up, heels down, lock those knees
This is war, not Pilates, drop with ease
One stance, one chance, legs of steel
Break or build, the pain is real
Squat low, chest up, ass to the floor
Twenty more reps, then fifty more
March in place, knees break the sky
Quitters in this class won't qualify
Forward lunge, step back, weight on fire
Hamstrings snap like razor wire
Hold that wall-sit, bite the pain
Legs are soldiers, bodies are chain
Left foot down, right foot stomp
Drums in your chest like a combat romp
Squat, jump, land, shake that ground
Strength is survival, weakness drowned
Squat, squat, burn, repeat
Lunge, lunge, crush concrete
Kick, kick, high, don't fall
Leg day's the grave, I command you all
Side-step sprint, no air, no rest
Calves explode through this conquest
Step jump, leap, land on beat
Your quads are screaming, that's my treat
Leg press ghost with no machine
I own your thighs, I reign supreme
Drop, crawl, stand, repeat that drill
Pain's the tax, and you pay the bill
Silence ten seconds, hold that squat
Blood in your legs like molten shot
Eyes forward, discipline, no collapse
This is boot camp, no time for naps
Explosive jump, floorboard crack
Glutes on fire, no turning back
Burpees stacked, knees hit throat
Balance or drown, survival vote
March like war drums, left, then right
Dominate pain, embrace the fight
I am command, no one survives
Unless your legs are forged in knives
Final squat, final scream, break or die
Stand on your ruins, touch the sky
Legs like weapons, forged in flame
This was leg day you'll never be the same