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 just that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You take pick. make me sick. Well, scratch 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 when I'm with my paws. it feels better, when it gets wetter; lubed up with & blood... but later I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain the rash becomes inflamed, I lost control, the scabies 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 lotion you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. time 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, this time gone too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs just fuck & eat, they'll be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest my bed, bugs won't stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then the eggs, the fucking catch. If I delouse again, in seven days they'll hatch. And at this time, I truly go insane; my nervous system by the use of the lindane. It is this lotion on my tested, this time gone too far, my body is infested.