If there was a god
I'm sure he would be hated
For making bugs, this hell that he created
Sit on a coat, put on a hat
I am infested, it happened just like that
I'm sure i hate'em there aint no maybes
Bodylice and crabs, headlice and scabies
You take your pick
They make me sick
But i sratch until I bleed so there be scabs
for me to pick
It doesn't matter i scratch my body raw
Sometimes it feels like s** when I'm scratching
with my paws
Sometimes it feels better, when it gets wetter
Lubed up with puss and blood,
But latter I'm upsetter
? ? when the rash becomes inflamed
I simply lost control, the scabis can't be blamed
Oh yes they can, I'll go complain
To the drop in center clinic
They'll hook me up with some lindaine
Oh yes lindaine the stuff for the occasion
This lotion gives you cancer with too many
applications
X3
One bug, two bugs, three bugs, four
These bugs just f** and eat, soon they'll be
Hundreds more
To infest my head, infest my bed
These bugs wont stop infestin till i k**
them all dead
Then the eggs, they'll f**in catch
If i dont delouse again, in 7 days they'll hatch
And at this time I would truly go insane
My nervous systems shot by the
Use of the lindaine