If was a god, I'm sure he would be hated, for making bugs, this hell was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it happens like that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, bodylice & crabs, & scabies. You your 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 scratching my paws. Sometimes it feels better, it gets wetter; up with puss & 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 complain to the in center clinic, me up with some lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion gives you with too many applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This it's gone too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this time 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, bugs just fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) Infest my head, my bed, these won't stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead. there's the eggs, the fucking catch. If I don't again, in seven days they'll hatch. And at this time, I will go insane; my nervous shot by the use of the lindane. It is lotion on my generation tested, this time it's too far, my body is infested.