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 I hate 'em There no maybes, Bodylice, and crabs, Headlice, and scabies. You take pick, they me sick, I scratch until I bleed Soon be scabs for me to pick.
It me mad, As I my body raw. Sometimes it feels sex Im scratching with my paws..
Sometimes it feels When it gets up with puss and blood 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, 'Hook me up with Lindane!'
Oh yes, The for the occasion, lotion gives you cancer With too applications. [x3]
But I use it. be the tested. This time, gone too far. My is infested!
I am infested! I am infested! This 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 just FUCK AND EAT Soon there'll be hundreds (To) my head, my bed, These bugs stop infesting 'Til I 'em all, dead!
Then, the eggs fucking hatch! If I dont 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 gone 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 it's gone too far, My is infested!
I am infested! I am infested! This time it's too far, My is infested!
time it's gone too far, My is infested!