If was a god, I'm sure 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 your pick. make 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, it feels like sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it better, when it gets wetter; lubed up with puss & blood... but 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 drop in clinic, me up with 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 time it's 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, this it's gone too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, bugs just fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest my bed, these bugs won't stop infesting 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 truly go insane; my nervous system by the use of the lindane. It is lotion on my generation tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested.