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