Murderdolls Twist My Sister
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 motherfucking lip
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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
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