Bad Defecation (The Bost Thunder)

Starts with a strange sensation
A cold suoration, you're feeling no good
I'm tont, I'm dizzy, I'm dazed and confused
I think I've abused of the guloseima
Guloseima

And then you walk in the streets
Your legs are weak, the pressure is down
I'm thinking the demons are coming
They have no mercy, the evil of cu

Borbulhation in the stomach
Suoration in the test
Mama, help me, mama
Ai caramba, the bost thunder

Run, run away to the toilet
Run away to home
Run away to the bathroom
The sign of the bost