If was a god, I'm sure he would be hated, for making bugs, hell that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it happens just that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't 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 drives me mad as I my body raw, it feels like sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it better, when it gets wetter; lubed up with & blood... but later I'm upsetter. of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the scabies be blamed. Oh yes can! go complain to the drop in center clinic, hook me up with 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 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, this it's 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 stop infesting 'til I kill 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 truly go my system shot by the use of the lindane. It is lotion on my generation tested, this time it's gone too far, my is infested.