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Artist: C.K.Y.
Title: Mustard Man
Submit by: Ule
Date: 13/03/2005
Hits: 30
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 (wickert?) 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
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…
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