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 sex 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 fuck and eat, soon they'll be

Hundreds more

To infest my head, infest my bed

These bugs wont stop infestin till i kill

them all dead

Then the eggs, they'll fuckin 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




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