Body Shock

Yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, pain. Yo, check the mic. Na, na, na, na, na. Check my pulse, check my diet. I tried to go to gym, but I started A riot. I bought the fancy sneakers and the Neon tights, but I spent the whole morning just Fighting the lights. I did one squat. Okay, maybe half. Now I'm walking like a broken, confused giraffe. I'm looking in the mirror searching for the gain, But all I really found was a massive lower Back pain. I'm falling down. I'm losing ground. The rhythm is the only thing I found. Woo! Don't tell me why you feel the pain. It's running wild inside your brain. You're looking for a simple way to survive another Day. The fire's burning in your soul, Oh, oh. But you have lost your self-control. Oh, baby, feel the rhythm's chain. It's just a game. It's just my pain. Step one, drink a smoothie. It's green and it's gross. Step two-Check the scale. Oh, I'm gaining the most. I thought "no pain, no gain" was a cool-looking Phrase, but I've been lying on the sofa, Fa, fa, for seven whole days. My fitness tracker's screaming-"Move your body, Man." But I'm busy with a pizza. And a soda can. I'm a disco king, but my knees are like Clack. Someone call the doctor. I think I broke my back. I, I can't stop This feeling. Help me, I'm cramping. I'm losing my mind. Is that a donut over there? It's just my pain. Don't tell me why you feel the pain. It's running wild inside your brain. You're looking for a simple way to survive another Day. The fire's burning in your soul, Oh, oh. But you have lost your self-control. Oh, baby, feel the rhythm's chain. It's just a game. It's just my pain, pain, pain, Pain, pa-pa-pa-pa-pain. No gain. Pain. No gain. Seriously, does anyone have some ibuprofen and a Burger, please? Yo, yo, Yo