If was a God, Im he would be hated. For making bugs, in this he has created. Get on a coat, put on a hat, I am It just like that.
Im sure I 'em There no maybes, Bodylice, and crabs, Headlice, and scabies. You take pick, they me sick, While I scratch until I Soon be scabs for me to pick.
It me mad, As I scratch my raw. Sometimes it like sex Im scratching with my paws..
Sometimes it better When it gets Lubed up with and blood But later, Im upsetter.
of pain, The becomes inflamed, I lost control.. The can't be blamed..
Oh yes, can! go complain, To the Drop-in clinic, me up with some Lindane!'
Oh yes, The for the occasion, lotion gives you cancer With too many applications.
But I use it. be the tested. This time, it's too far. My is infested!
I am infested! I am infested! This time it's too far, My is infested!
I am infested! be the tested! This time gone too far, My is infested!
One bug, two bug, bug, four. These bugs just AND EAT Soon there'll be more (To) my head, my bed, These bugs stop infesting 'Til I 'em all, dead!
Then, there's the They'll hatch! If I delouse again, In seven days, hatch!
And at time, I truely 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 it's gone too far My is INFESTED!
I am infested! I am infested! This time gone too far, My is infested!
I am infested! I am infested! This it's gone too far, My is infested!
This it's gone too far, My is infested!