Mustard Man Lyrics - Cky

Mustard uhh behold 

Hahahaha 

A story that I rather not have told 

Of a mustard mayhem! 

I'm riding and I'm running in my sleep 

From mustard man 

He chases me 'til the last sunrise 

And fucks me in his mom's mini van 

Mustard man whoa, whoa bow down 

I must serve you 

I am on the ground 

Bowing to your mustard shit 

Lick your ass at the end of it 

I will march for you mustard man; ill stay true 

Wu, Wu 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, but try on theese jeans made of whicker, 

And they've got horse fleas, 

Mustard in my dreams. Whoa! 

Mustard god I'm on my knees bowing for you it's hot 

I feel pleasure, won't you please serve me twice tonight I need 

Wu, Wu 

Mustard seeds like I set up in my head 

Jam them with some sugarcane, pleasured so good and I feel the pain 

Wu Wu mustard makes me cry, I hate it. 

Suicide 

I'd rather die then 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, into 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 perverted 

Mustard down loads in my wrong, I need a piece of shit 

A log can feel my hands with mustard, 

Wu, Wu, I don't need that I like custard, um 

Mustard 

Marching for Mr. Mustard 

Urh, uh, oh, oh yeah...