Songtext Oh fudge Aesop Rock

Oh fudge

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", God damn
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

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-thru, 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

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