If was a god, I'm sure he would be hated, for making bugs, this that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it just like that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, & crabs, headlice & scabies. You take pick. make me sick. Well, scratch until I bleed, so be scabs for me to pick. It drives me mad as I scratch my raw, sometimes it like sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, when it wetter; lubed up with puss & blood... but I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain when the becomes inflamed, I lost control, the scabies can't be blamed. Oh yes can! go complain to the drop in center clinic, hook me up with lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this lotion gives you cancer with too applications. (3x) But I use it. I'll be the tested. This it's gone too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested, this time it's too far, my body is infested. I am infested, be the tested, this it's gone too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) Infest my head, my bed, these bugs won't infesting 'til I kill them all dead. Then there's the eggs, the catch. If I don't delouse again, in days they'll hatch. And at this time, I will go insane; my system shot by the use of the lindane. It is lotion on my generation tested, time it's gone too far, my body is infested.