GMO - JJ DOOM, Beth Gibbons

There they go, feminizing men again

Then pretend they don’t know when we know it, xenoestrogen

Exorcise the jinn

Keynote lecture with a spin

Meant to get c-notes from end to end

Whoever use canola oil ya soul’ll boil

For a longer time than it take a diet cola to spoil

Huh, I get what you’re sellin'

Swellin' from alien microfilaments, it’s Morgellons

Even if you’re gellin'

What’s that in your melon?

And what the hell is they sprayin'?

No tellin'

Barium strontium, aluminum

Well drink responsibly, get the truth from DOOM and 'em

Can’t trust the tap water much less the kettle

Double entendre to the phrase test your mettle

The rest’ll settle, just to get fed well

As the livin' dead infect the red cell

Don’t drink the milk, it’s spoiled

The blood and stuff in it make it stink, that’s why it’s boiled

Snake oil sales from doorbell doctors who slip Mickey’s

And trick you to strip to get jipped quickly

Kick me, you know it’s gettin' worse

No help bein' upset, ya startin' to curse first

Better off with a good sense of humor

Research to know what’s the truth instead of rumor

Ya partner DOOM is who’ll ride

Or either do or die like farmer suicide, chew your pride

Might as well start 'em out in pro boxin'

Than force-feedin' them toddler food laced with excitotoxins

They did it like the funky worm

Enough to make a junkie squirm, mice making monkey sperm

Or rice infused with diarrhea drugs

Wonder why it’s here, well shrug, hells yeah it’s bugged

And it gets bugged’er by the minute

Question: will the frankenfoods kill us?

Or turn us into thangs off Thriller, or dang gorillas?

Breeds of a needless variety

In the name of greed we get a seedless society

Flounder genes in your tomatoes

Cod in your potatoes, playin' God, retarded’er than Play-Doh

And as the juice gets sweeter

No use in bein' cute if you’s a useless eater

Make it hard to keep your mattress clean

That was mean, little froggies with sex changes from atrazine

And aspartame in gum, Splenda is plenty fun

Left many strung, agenda 21

Or have your third eye cry or your side blown

Well right on, forgot to sign the guide stone

Yours truly all caps DOOM

Sue him if you’re gloomy, or boo’em to your tomb

Yes

Slicko, it’s like Robitussin but toxic

She take it to feel better, but there’s more to the concoction

She’ll peep it

Got a lot, can you keep it?

Got these keys to the cuffs

To unlock all these secrets

Yes I’m professin', yes teachin'

With the villain, strategic

Got these apples and peaches

The size of Kelly and Regis

You won’t believe till you see it

And with them come these allergies

Underage with doubles Ds

Aw, man, ya killing me

Literally