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 [pre-chorus] I'll grab her by the hair And swing her in the air [chorus] 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 [pre-chorus, chorus]