Oh Fudge-Aesop Rock/Blockhead

[00:05.730][Verse 1] [00:18.746]Yeah, stirring up the pot [00:21.392]Add a couple worms, herbs from the swamp [00:24.317]Conjure up a curse, turn a person to a frog [00:27.243]Courtesy the blob with the shirt full of snot [00:31.750]Plus mildew [00:33.612]Pretty much a ball of sticky stuff and soft tissue [00:36.537]Hemoglobin, cat hair, peanut butter, coffee [00:39.199]Born with a cough and a finger in the frosting [00:43.972]I can't stop sweating [00:45.564]People at the store say, "I think that man's melting" [00:50.087]The fan's not helping [00:51.682]It's probably a job for Abraham Van Helsing [00:54.858]I woke up on fire and speaking a dead language backwards [00:58.580]Several octaves deeper than his average [01:00.708]The how is not important, it's the translation that matters [01:03.634]It says, "Beware the flesh in which archaic evils gathers", goddamn [01:07.344] [01:07.875][Chorus] [01:08.674]I slosh when I move, mop not a broom, my body ate my shoes [01:14.525]Mold on his robe, moles on moles, I don't have any bones [01:20.362]Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums, I sleep in the tub [01:26.479]Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows, I'll eat a whole goat [01:31.253] [01:31.518][Verse 2] [01:31.783]Earlier this morning, several hunters from the region [01:34.179]Put a BOLO on his spirit, call the number if you see it [01:37.101]Container at the bungalow, bubbling at the gumline [01:40.014]The bushy-tailed and bug-eyed, come in every color fungi [01:42.942]Oh fudge, my new form isn't in the folklore [01:46.128]The new norm wasn't in the brochure [01:51.704]There's no known cure [01:52.769]Nothing more to figure out, just sit around and grow horns [01:56.221]Germs on germs on germs [01:58.615]Slide through, cry you a river of soft serve [02:01.539]My snail trail exhibit infinity wrong turns [02:04.452]I'm gelatin, forever in line for the hors d'oeuvres [02:07.909]Coat full of crab toast, foam at the whistle [02:10.833]Future of a puddle with a phone in the middle [02:15.075]With no signal [02:18.802]It's emotional [02:21.196] [02:21.994][Chorus] [02:33.412]I slosh when I move, mop not a broom, my body ate my shoes [02:40.259]Mold on his robe, moles on moles, I don't have any bones [02:45.299]Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums, I sleep in the tub [02:51.684]Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows, I'll eat a whole goat