Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-Oh my God
Thou shalt not take any more shit
And I’ll split my sister in her motherf*cking 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*ck
I’ll take a butcher knife and
And ram it in her gut
I’ll do a chicken dance over her dead body
This is gonna hurt you more than me [pre-chorus, chorus]