| Song | GMO |
| Artist | JJ DOOM |
| Album | Key To The Kuffs |
| 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 it take a dietcola to spoil | |
| Uh, I get what you're sellin' | |
| Swellin' from alien microfilaments it's more (gellins?) | |
| 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 jewel from | |
| DOOM and them | |
| Can't trust the tap water much less the kettle | |
| Double entendre to the phrase test your meddle | |
| 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 it's why it's boiled | |
| Snake oil sales from doorbell doctors who slip | |
| Mickey'sAnd trick you to strip to get jipped quickly | |
| Kick me, you know it's gettin' worse | |
| No help from 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 amountin' pro boxin' | |
| Then force-feedin' them toddler food laced with excitotoxins | |
| They did it like the funky worm | |
| Enough to make a donkey squirm, mice make ya monkey sperm | |
| Or rice infused with diarrhea drugs | |
| Wonder why he's here well shrug, hell 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 in a seedless society | |
| Flounder genes in your tomatoes | |
| Cod in your potatoes, playin' | |
| God, retarded'er than | |
| PlatoAnd as the juice gets sweeter | |
| No use in bein' cute if you's a useless eater | |
| Make it hard to keep your mattress cleanlittle 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 | |
| Or ride on, forgot the silent guide stone | |
| Yours truly all caps | |
| DOOMSue him if you’re gloomy, or glue him to your tomb | |
| She take it to feel better | |
| But there's more to the concoction | |
| Got a lot, can you keep it? | |
| Got these keys to the cuffs | |
| To unlock all these secrets(?) | |
| Professor, yes teaching | |
| With the villain, strategic | |
| Got these apples and peaches | |
| The size of | |
| Kelly and | |
| RegisYou won't believe to you see it | |
| And with them come these allergies | |
| Underage with doubles | |
| DsAw, man, ya killing meliterly |
| 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 cnotes from end to end | |
| Whoever use canola oil ya soul' ll boil | |
| For a longer time it take a dietcola to spoil | |
| Uh, I get what you' re sellin' | |
| Swellin' from alien microfilaments it' s more gellins? | |
| 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 jewel from | |
| DOOM and them | |
| Can' t trust the tap water much less the kettle | |
| Double entendre to the phrase test your meddle | |
| 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 it' s why it' s boiled | |
| Snake oil sales from doorbell doctors who slip | |
| Mickey' sAnd trick you to strip to get jipped quickly | |
| Kick me, you know it' s gettin' worse | |
| No help from 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 amountin' pro boxin' | |
| Then forcefeedin' them toddler food laced with excitotoxins | |
| They did it like the funky worm | |
| Enough to make a donkey squirm, mice make ya monkey sperm | |
| Or rice infused with diarrhea drugs | |
| Wonder why he' s here well shrug, hell 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 in a seedless society | |
| Flounder genes in your tomatoes | |
| Cod in your potatoes, playin' | |
| God, retarded' er than | |
| PlatoAnd as the juice gets sweeter | |
| No use in bein' cute if you' s a useless eater | |
| Make it hard to keep your mattress cleanlittle 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 | |
| Or ride on, forgot the silent guide stone | |
| Yours truly all caps | |
| DOOMSue him if you' re gloomy, or glue him to your tomb | |
| She take it to feel better | |
| But there' s more to the concoction | |
| Got a lot, can you keep it? | |
| Got these keys to the cuffs | |
| To unlock all these secrets? | |
| Professor, yes teaching | |
| With the villain, strategic | |
| Got these apples and peaches | |
| The size of | |
| Kelly and | |
| RegisYou won' t believe to you see it | |
| And with them come these allergies | |
| Underage with doubles | |
| DsAw, man, ya killing meliterly |