If was a god, I'm sure he would be hated, for making bugs, this that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it happens like that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, bodylice & crabs, & scabies. You take pick. They me sick. Well, scratch until I bleed, so there'll be for me to pick. It me mad as I scratch my body raw, sometimes it feels like sex when I'm with my paws. Sometimes it better, when it gets wetter; up with puss & 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! I'll go complain to the in center clinic, hook me up some lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion gives you with too many applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This time it's too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, time 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 be hundreds more. (to) Infest my head, my bed, bugs won't stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then there's the eggs, the 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, this it's gone too far, my body is infested.