If was a God, Im he would be hated. For bugs, in this hell he has created. Get on a coat, put on a hat, I am It happens just that.
Im I hate 'em ain't no maybes, Bodylice, and crabs, Headlice, and scabies. You your pick, they me sick, I scratch until I bleed Soon they'll be for me to pick.
It me mad, As I my body raw. Sometimes it like sex Im scratching with my paws..
Sometimes it feels it gets wetter Lubed up with puss and But later, Im upsetter.
of pain, The rash inflamed, I lost control.. The can't be blamed..
Oh yes, can! go complain, To the Centre clinic, me up with some Lindane!'
Oh yes, The for the occasion, This gives 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 it's 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 FUCK AND EAT there'll be hundreds more (To) my head, my bed, These bugs won't infesting I kill 'em all, dead!
Then, there's the fucking hatch! If I delouse again, In days, they'll hatch!
And at time, I truely go insane 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! time it's gone too far, My is infested!
I am infested! I am infested! This time it's too far, My is infested!
This time it's too far, My is infested!