| There they go, feminizing men again
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| Then pretend they don’t know when we know it, xenoestrogen
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| Exorcise the jinn
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| Keynote lecture with a spin
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| Meant to get c-notes from end to end
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| Whoever use canola oil ya soul’ll boil
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| For a longer time than it take a diet cola to spoil
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| Huh, I get what you’re sellin'
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| Swellin' from alien microfilaments, it’s Morgellons
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| Even if you’re gellin'
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| What’s that in your melon? |
| And what the hell is they sprayin'? |
| No tellin'
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| Barium strontium, aluminum
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| Well drink responsibly, get the truth from DOOM and 'em
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| Can’t trust the tap water much less the kettle
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| Double entendre to the phrase test your mettle
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| The rest’ll settle, just to get fed well
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| As the livin' dead infect the red cell
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| Don’t drink the milk, it’s spoiled
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| The blood and stuff in it make it stink, that’s why it’s boiled
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| Snake oil sales from doorbell doctors who slip Mickey’s
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| And trick you to strip to get jipped quickly
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| Kick me, you know it’s gettin' worse
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| No help bein' upset, ya startin' to curse first
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| Better off with a good sense of humor
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| Research to know what’s the truth instead of rumor
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| Ya partner DOOM is who’ll ride
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| Or either do or die like farmer suicide, chew your pride
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| Might as well start 'em out in pro boxin'
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| Than force-feedin' them toddler food laced with excitotoxins
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| They did it like the funky worm
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| Enough to make a junkie squirm, mice making monkey sperm
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| Or rice infused with diarrhea drugs
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| Wonder why it’s here, well shrug, hells yeah it’s bugged
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| And it gets bugged’er by the minute
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| Question: will the frankenfoods kill us?
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| Or turn us into thangs off Thriller, or dang gorillas?
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| Breeds of a needless variety
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| In the name of greed we get a seedless society
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| Flounder genes in your tomatoes
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| Cod in your potatoes, playin' God, retarded’er than Play-Doh
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| And as the juice gets sweeter
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| No use in bein' cute if you’s a useless eater
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| Make it hard to keep your mattress clean
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| That was mean, little froggies with sex changes from atrazine
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| And aspartame in gum, Splenda is plenty fun
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| Left many strung, agenda 21
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| Or have your third eye cry or your side blown
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| Well right on, forgot to sign the guide stone
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| Yours truly all caps DOOM
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| Sue him if you’re gloomy, or boo’em to your tomb
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| Yes
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| Slicko, it’s like Robitussin but toxic
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| She take it to feel better, but there’s more to the concoction
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| She’ll peep it
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| Got a lot, can you keep it?
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| Got these keys to the cuffs
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| To unlock all these secrets
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| Yes I’m professin', yes teachin'
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| With the villain, strategic
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| Got these apples and peaches
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| The size of Kelly and Regis
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| You won’t believe till you see it
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| And with them come these allergies
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| Underage with doubles Ds
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| Aw, man, ya killing me
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| Literally |