Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-Oh my God
Thou shalt not take any more sh**
And I'll split my sister in her motherf**ing lip
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I'll grab her by the hair
And swing her in the air
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Twist my, twist my, twist my sister
Jimmy crack corn and I don't give a f**
I'll take a butcher knife and
And ram it in her f**ing gut
I'll do a chicken dance over her dead body
This is gonna hurt you more than me
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