Lyric Mustard Man

Mustard, uh behold.
Hahahahaha
The story that I d rather not have told.
Of a mustard mayhem.

I m bathing and I m running in my sleep,
From Mustard Man.
He chases me into the last sunrise,
And fucks me in his Mom s minivan.

Mustard man Woo Woo, bow down.
I must serve you,
I am on the ground.
Bowing to your mustard shit.
Lick your arse at the end of it.
I will march for you mustard man.
I ll make you, bad

Woo Woo when I shit, when I try to run away,
Mustard man whipped me with his mustard chain.
And his mustard seeds pissed in my face,
And I bleed.

Mustard-Disease

You think it s hot, well try on these jeans,
Made of wicker and they ve got horse fleas,
Mustard in my jeans.

Whoa!

Mustard God I m on my knees,
Bowing for you, its hot.
I feel pleasure, won t you please,
Serve me twice tonight I d eat,
Woo Woo.
Mustard seeds like I said up in my head.
Jam them with some sugarcane,
Pleasure so good and I feel not pain.

Woo Woo mustard makes me cry,
I hate it..... Suicide

I d rather die, than eat mustard flies, in a bowl of shit-stains, snot and die,
You don t know how it feels to have a girl break my heart.
And rip it out, and tell me mustard,
She d rather fuck mustard, never!

Mustard God, don t take away from me,
The pleasure of a young girl, who?
I m gonna marry you.

I ve got a broken heart from a mustard girl.
She rocks my world,
And now I m allergic and on my knees and deserted.

Mustard downloads in my ROM, I need a piece of shit,
All I can feel, my hand s in Mustard
Woo Woo, I don t need that, I like custard, um

Mustard
Marching for Mr. Mustard.

Uh, uh, oh, oh god