If there was a god, I'm sure he be hated, for making bugs, hell that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it happens just that. I'm sure I hate 'em, ain't no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You your pick. They me sick. Well, I'll until I bleed, so there'll be for me to pick. It me mad as I scratch my body raw, sometimes it like sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, when it wetter; lubed up with & blood... but later I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain when the becomes inflamed, I simply control, the scabies can't be blamed. Oh yes can! I'll go complain to the in center clinic, hook me up with lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This time it's gone too far my is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this it's gone too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this time it's gone too far, my is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs just fuck & eat, soon be hundreds more. (to) Infest my head, my bed, these bugs stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then the eggs, the fucking catch. If I don't delouse again, in days they'll hatch. And at this time, I will truly go my system shot by the use of the lindane. It is this lotion on my tested, time it's gone too far, my body is infested.