cigarella:

Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go

Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was painted red
Raped the dead beast through its ass
Took the lamb to bed

Mary likes to play a game
A game of hide and seek
Comes through closets in the dark
Just to hear you shriek

Mary fucking hates your guts
She’ll haunt you till you’re dead
And everywhere that you will go
Will end where she once bled