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 I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You take pick. They me sick. Well, I'll until I bleed, so there'll be for me to pick. It drives me mad as I my body raw, it feels like sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, when it gets lubed up with & blood... but later I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain the rash becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the scabies be blamed. Oh yes can! go complain to the drop in center clinic, hook me up some lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this gives you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I must use it. be the tested. This time it's too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this time it's gone too far, my is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) Infest my head, my bed, these bugs stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. there's the eggs, the fucking catch. If I don't again, in seven days they'll hatch. And at this time, I truly go insane; my system shot by the use of the lindane. It is this lotion on my tested, this it's gone too far, my body is infested.