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 ain't no maybes, Bodylice, and crabs, Headlice, and scabies. You take pick, make me sick, While I scratch until I they'll be scabs for me to pick.
It me mad, As I scratch my raw. Sometimes it feels sex When Im scratching my paws..
Sometimes it feels When it gets Lubed up puss and blood But later, Im upsetter.
of pain, The becomes inflamed, I simply control.. The can't be blamed..
Oh yes, can! go complain, To the Drop-in clinic, 'Hook me up some Lindane!'
Oh yes, The for the occasion, This gives you cancer too many applications. [x3]
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 it's gone too far, My is infested!
One bug, two bug, bug, four. These just FUCK AND EAT Soon be hundreds more (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 go insane My nervous 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 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! I am infested! This it's gone too far, My is infested!
This time it's too far, My is infested!