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 just like that. I'm sure I hate 'em, there no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You take pick. They 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, sometimes it feels like sex I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, it gets wetter; lubed up puss & blood... but later I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain the rash becomes inflamed, I simply control, the scabies can't be blamed. Oh yes can! I'll go to the drop in center clinic, hook me up with lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, lotion gives you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I must use it. 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) my head, infest my bed, these bugs won't stop 'til 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 will 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.