If was a God, Im sure he be hated. For making bugs, in this he has created. Get on a coat, put on a hat, I am It happens just that.
Im sure I 'em There no maybes, Bodylice, and crabs, Headlice, and scabies. You your pick, they me sick, While I until I bleed they'll be scabs for me to pick.
It me mad, As I my body raw. Sometimes it like sex When Im with my paws..
Sometimes it feels When it wetter Lubed up puss and blood But later, Im upsetter.
of pain, The becomes inflamed, I simply control.. The scabies be blamed..
Oh yes, can! go complain, To the Centre clinic, 'Hook me up some Lindane!'
Oh yes, The for the occasion, This lotion you cancer With too many applications.
But I use it. be the tested. This time, gone too far. My is infested!
I am infested! I am infested! This time gone too far, My is infested!
I am infested! be the tested! This it's gone too far, My is infested!
One bug, two bug, bug, four. These bugs FUCK AND EAT Soon there'll be more (To) my head, my bed, These bugs won't stop I kill 'em all, dead!
Then, there's the fucking hatch! If I dont again, In days, they'll hatch!
And at time, I will go insane My system shot By the use of the
It is lotion, On my tested, This time it's too far My is INFESTED!
It is lotion, On my tested, This time gone too far My is INFESTED!
I am infested! I am infested! This time it's too far, My is infested!
I am infested! I am infested! This time gone too far, My is infested!
This time gone too far, My is infested!