I got high
And I don't know why
I walked into the kitchen
I check the fridge
I check it twice
To my surprise, there's something twitchin'
There was that doggie bag I left in there last month
Maybe it's making noise, that faint groan and grunt
There's also that lasagna I put in there last week
Just maybe it up and grew some feet
I just can't believe my bloodshot eyes
What happened to those fries I left in there last night
I don't know if maybe I just smoked too much weed
But I get this feeling that there's something staring back at me
I shut it quick
I might be sick
A rancid smell, fills the air
Something's gone wrong
Something's not right
I wedge that shit closed with a chair
I'm sure there's something that's taken residence
In this old beat up fridge I bought from the scratch and dent
Some mutant molded monster mess running rampant in the dark
Thrashin too and fro as it hisses, squeek's and barks
I think it's getting mad, it's starting to get loud
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" I scream and shout
That's a lot to take in, that's a lot on my mind
I'll just worry about that shit some other time