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 like that. I'm sure I 'em, there ain't no maybes, bodylice & crabs, & scabies. You your pick. They me sick. Well, I'll scratch I bleed, so there'll be for me to pick. It me mad as I scratch my body raw, sometimes it feels sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, when it wetter; lubed up with puss & blood... but I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain when the becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the can't be blamed. Oh yes can! I'll go complain to the in center clinic, hook me up some lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, lotion gives you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This it's gone too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this it's 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) Infest my head, my bed, these bugs won't stop infesting I kill them all dead. there's the eggs, the fucking catch. If I don't delouse again, in seven they'll hatch. And at time, I will truly go insane; my nervous shot by the use of the lindane. It is this lotion on my tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested.