If there was a god, I'm sure he be hated, for bugs, this hell that was created. Sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested, it happens just that. I'm I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, bodylice & crabs, & scabies. You take pick. They me sick. Well, I'll until I bleed, so there'll be for me to pick. It drives me mad as I my body raw, it feels like sex when I'm scratching with my paws. Sometimes it feels better, when it gets lubed up puss & blood... but later I'm upsetter. 'Cause of the pain the rash becomes inflamed, I simply lost control, the scabies be blamed. Oh yes can! I'll go to the drop in center clinic, hook me up with lindane! Oh yes lindane, the for the occasion, this gives you cancer with too many applications. (3x) But I must use it. be the tested. This time 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 time it's too far, my body is infested...
One bug, two bug, bugs, four, these bugs fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) my head, infest my bed, bugs won't stop 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 time, I will truly go insane; my nervous system by the use of the lindane. It is this on my generation tested, time it's gone too far, my body is infested.