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 happens like that. I'm sure I hate 'em, ain't no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You take pick. They me sick. Well, I'll until I bleed, so be scabs for me to pick. It me mad as I scratch my body 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. of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the scabies 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 lotion gives you cancer with too 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, 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 just fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest my bed, these bugs stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then there's the eggs, the catch. If I don't delouse again, in seven they'll hatch. And at time, I will truly go insane; my nervous system by the use of the lindane. It is this on my generation tested, time it's gone too far, my body is infested.