If there was a god, I'm he would 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, bodylice & crabs, & scabies. You take pick. make me sick. Well, I'll until I bleed, so there'll be for me to pick. It drives me mad as I scratch my raw, sometimes it feels like sex when I'm scratching my paws. Sometimes it better, when it gets wetter; lubed up with puss & blood... but I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the when the rash becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the scabies 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 with too applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This time gone too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this time it's too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this time it's gone too far, my is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these just fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) Infest my head, my bed, these bugs stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then there's the eggs, the catch. If I don't again, in seven days they'll hatch. And at this time, I truly go insane; my nervous shot by the use of the lindane. It is this on my generation tested, this time it's gone too far, my is infested.