Brandon Dicamillo - Mustard Man lyrics

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Mustard uhh 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 wu-wu, 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'll make 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, well try on these jeans

Made of whicker and they've got horse fleas, Mustard is my Plea!

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

Wu, Wu

Mustard seeds like I said up in my head

Jam them with some sugarcane

Pleasure so good and I feel not pain

Wu Wu 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 is mustard(?), Wu, Wu, I don't need that, I like custard, um

Mustard

Marching for Mr. Mustard.

Urh, uh, oh, oh yeah…