If there was a god, I'm he would be hated, for making bugs, this hell was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it just like that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, bodylice & crabs, & 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 scratch my raw, sometimes it feels sex when I'm scratching with my paws. it feels better, when it gets wetter; lubed up with & blood... but later I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the when 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 with lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion gives you cancer too many applications. (3x) But I must use it. be the tested. This it's gone too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this time gone too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, time it's gone too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs just fuck & eat, soon they'll be more. (to) my head, infest my bed, these bugs won't stop infesting 'til I kill all dead. Then there's the eggs, the catch. If I don't delouse again, in days they'll hatch. And at time, I will truly go insane; my nervous shot by the use of the lindane. It is lotion on my generation tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested.