If there was a god, I'm sure he be hated, for bugs, this hell that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it just like that. I'm sure I hate 'em, ain't no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You take pick. They me sick. Well, scratch until I bleed, so be scabs for me to pick. It me mad as I scratch my body raw, sometimes it feels like sex I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, 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 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, this lotion gives you cancer too many applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This time it's gone too far my is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, time it's gone too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this time gone too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs just & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) Infest my head, my bed, these bugs won't infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then there's the eggs, the catch. If I don't delouse again, in seven days 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 time it's gone too far, my is infested.