Fleas I've Made Too Much Pasta

[Verse 1]
I found out that I have fleas
The kind that no one sees
They bite and scratch a lot
My scalp gets really hot
My brain, it starts to rot
This may seem cool, but it's not

[Verse 2]
When I go to parties
When I go to department stores
I can never try on hats
I can never try on hats

[Verse 3]
I found out disease is free
Carry it around with me
Spread it along everywhere
Places where your skin might tear
Diseases living these
But it's so hard to live

[Verse 4]
With Bacitracin
And Neosporin
Isopropyl alcohol
Isopropyl alcohol