| If there was a god, I’m sure he would be hated
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| For making bugs, this hell that was created
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| Sit on a coat, put on a hat
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| I am infested, it happens just like that
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| I’m sure I hate 'em, there ain’t no maybes
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| Bodylice & crabs, headlice & scabies
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| You take your pick
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| They make me sick
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| Well, I’ll scratch until I bleed
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| So there’ll be scabs for me to pick
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| It drives me mad as I scratch my body raw
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| Sometimes it feels like sex when I’m scratching with my paws
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| Sometimes it feels better, when it gets wetter;
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| Lubed up with puss & blood… but later I’m upsetter
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| 'Cause of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed
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| I simply lost control, the scabies can’t be blamed
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| Oh yes they can!
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| I’ll go complain to the drop in center clinic
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| Hook me up with some lindane!
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| Oh yes lindane, the stuff for the occasion
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| This lotion gives you cancer with too many applications. |
| (3x)
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| But I must use it. |
| I’ll be the tested
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| This time it’s gone too far my body is infested
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| I am infested, I am infested
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| This time it’s gone too far, my body is infested
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| I am infested, I’ll be the tested
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| This time it’s gone too far, my body is infested…
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| One bug, two bug, three bugs, four
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| These bugs just f**k & eat, soon they’ll be hundreds more
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| (to) Infest my head, infest my bed
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| These bugs won’t stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead
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| Then there’s the eggs, the f**king catch
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| If I don’t delouse again, in seven days they’ll hatch
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| And at this time, I will truly go insane;
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| My nervous system shot by the use of the lindane
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| It is this lotion on my generation tested
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| This time it’s gone too far, my body is infested |