|Lyrics:||Mustard uhh behold|
The story ends that I rather not have told
Of a mustard
'N I'm running in my sleep
The mustard man
He chases me until at
And fucks me and his mom really bad
Mustard man whoa, whoa bow down
most of you
I am on the ground
I will sell your mustard shit
Lick your ass and it arent
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
And I bleed.
Did he? You think it's hot, which I don't need jeans
Liquored, and they've got Bruce Lee'd, Mustard in my dreams. Whoa!
you're not all I need will it for you is hot
I feel pleasure, won't you please serve me twice
tonight I'd eat
Mustard seeds that I got set up in my head
Jam them with some
sugarcane; measured so good I've not fear not pain
Wu Wu mustard makes me cry, I hate
I'd rather die, than meet mustard flies, in a bowl of shits
You dont know how it feels to have a girl break my heart.
And rip it out, into a
Chili running from mustard, never!
Mustard God, dont take away from me, the
pleasure of a young girl, who? Im gonna marry you.
Ive got a broken heart from a mustard
girl. She rocks my world, and now Im allergic and on my knees and deserted.
loads in the wrong, I need a piece of shit, a lot of seal my hands with mustard, Wu, Wu, I dont need
that ala custard, um
Marching for Mr. Mustard.
Urh, uh, oh, oh
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