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