Incest; temper it…diddlin’ own kind?!
Rex king had a fling with mom—“she's mine!!”
Such ways ain’t right—better do kine or swine.
Incest, temper it…so out of line.

Who cares ’bout shame? Do you?!
Diddle your kid? Such shtups are taboo.

Incest is heaven-sent for certain crowds
turned on by sis, dad, mom, then trysts are vowed.
Look somewhere else, look somewhere else!
Please, please!
Look somewhere else, look there, or else!
Genes, genes, genes, genes!!

Turn away from plying cock into
a daughter and abide by rules that rue, “Eschew!”
Beat it with palm digits: what you should do.
But hard hicks are doin’ tricks that point to “Euw!”

Don’t care ’bout shame, that crew.
Out in the sticks, not much else to.

Incest temps these hicks…diddlin’ own kind.
Rex king had a fling with mom—“that’s fine!”
Such ways ain’t right, but they’ve taken a shine.
Incest specialists—that is their line.

Don’t care ’bout shame, that crew.
They’ve had their fill of “filles” that go “moo.”

Incest specialists. Gin’s a fetchin sis!

“Ba-ba-ba”?
“Nah-nah-nah”!