Cancer

Cancer's getting meaner
And it ain't never been fun
Supposed to get you when you're old
And now it gets you when you're young
Cancer's always been depressin'
Cancer's never been pleasant
It don't care if you're royal, don't care if you're a peasant

Well, then what causes it?

Everything you ate
The sleep you didn't get
Your job and the air and the water and your pet
The sun and red meat
All the fishes in the sеa
They're all a bunch of cantankerous cancеr-causin' carcinogenic S.O.B.'s

It's like them apocalyptic folks off the newer Mad Max
Monsanto Clause delivered all the cancer in your ass

But it's from the purple ketchup, the BPA's and microplastics
Just hope it don't go metastatic
It's meaner than the meanest, meaner of the rumors
It's your own personalized, Pan Pizza Hut, home-grown little tumor
(Take it)

It'll make an atheist plead with God
Hardcore bumper sticker Christian give up
Monsanto Clause is-a checkin' his list and the cancer don't give a fuck

Cancer of the head, shoulders, knees, and toes
I wish had the patent on the cancer screenin'
I'd be-a printin' cancer dough
Cancer is as lucrative a business as-a war
So if you ain't expecting peace, then why expect a cure?