Tie me to a pole, with barb wire
twisted, she isn't even, my sister.
She said, I wuz hate crime, just
waiting to happen, from the south
she is, she isn't even my sister, is.
I like her, she is twisted, of course.
Read it backwards slow...........yes.
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Ha...This has nothing to do with the types of twisted I am.