Cky (camp Kill Yourself) Mustard Man Lyrics

Mustard Man Lyrics

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; I'd lick you bad







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, which I don't need jeans they've got whickered, 



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…