If was a god, I'm sure he would be hated, for bugs, this hell 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 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 puss & blood... but I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain when the rash inflamed, I simply lost control, the can't be blamed. Oh yes can! I'll go 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 gone too far my 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 time it's too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these just fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest my bed, these bugs won't stop infesting 'til I kill all dead. there's the eggs, the fucking catch. If I don't delouse again, in seven they'll hatch. And at this time, I truly go insane; my system shot by the use of the lindane. It is this on my generation tested, this it's gone too far, my body is infested.