Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-Oh my God
Thou shalt not take any more %#@!

And I'll split my sister in her mother$#&@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 $#&@
I'll take a butcher knife and

And ram it in her $#&@ing gut
I'll do a chicken dance over her dead body
This is gonna hurt you more than me

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