Oh Fudge

[Verse 1] Yeah, stirring up the pot Add a couple worms, herbs from the swamp Conjure up a curse, turn a person to a frog Courtesy the blob with the shirt full of snot Plus mildew Pretty much a ball of sticky stuff and soft tissue Hemoglobin, cat hair, peanut butter, coffee Born with a cough and a finger in the frosting I can't stop sweating People at the store say, "I think that man's melting" The fan's not helping It's probably a job for Abraham Van Helsing I woke up on fire and speaking a dead language backwards Several octaves deeper than his average The how is not important, it's the translation that matters It says, "Beware the flesh in which archaic evils gathers", goddamn [Chorus] I slosh when I move, mop not a broom, my body ate my shoes Mold on his robe, moles on moles, I don't have any bones Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums, I sleep in the tub Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows, I'll eat a whole goat [Verse 2] Earlier this morning, several hunters from the region Put a BOLO on his spirit, call the number if you see it Container at the bungalow, bubbling at the gumline The bushy-tailed and bug-eyed, come in every color fungi Oh fudge, my new form isn't in the folklore The new norm wasn't in the brochure There's no known cure Nothing more to figure out, just sit around and grow horns Germs on germs on germs Slide through, cry you a river of soft serve My snail trail exhibit infinity wrong turns I'm gelatin, forever in line for the hors d'oeuvres Coat full of crab toast, foam at the whistle Future of a puddle with a phone in the middle With no signal It's emotional [Chorus] I slosh when I move, mop not a broom, my body ate my shoes Mold on his robe, moles on moles, I don't have any bones Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums, I sleep in the tub Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows, I'll eat a whole goat