Mustard uhh behold
A story that I rather not have told
Of a mustard mayhem!
Iâ€™m riding and I'm running in my sleep
From mustard man
He chases me â€˜til the last sunrise
And f**ks me in his momâ€™s mini van
Mustard man whoa, whoa bow down
I must serve you
I am on the ground
Bowing to your mustard sh*t
Lick your ass at the end of it
I will march for you mustard man; I'll stay true
Wu, Wu when I sh*t, when I try to run away, mustard man whipped me with his mustard chain,
And his mustard seeds p**sed in my face
And I bleed; Mustardâ€¦ disease!
You think it's hot, but try on theese jeans made of whicker,
And they've got horse fleas,
Mustard in my dreams. Whoa!
Mustard god Iâ€™m on my knees bowing for you itâ€™s hot
I feel pleasure, won't you please serve me twice tonight I need
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.
I'd rather die then eat mustard flies, in a bowl of sh*t stains, snot and die
You donâ€™t know how it feels to have a girl break my heart.
And rip it out, into mustard
Sheâ€™d rather f**k mustard, never!
Mustard God, donâ€™t take away from me, the pleasure of a young girl,
Who Iâ€™m gonna marry
Iâ€™ve got a broken heart from a mustard girl
She rocks my world, and now Iâ€™m allergic and on my knees and perverted
Mustard down loads in my wrong, I need a piece of sh*t
A log can feel my hands with mustard,
Wu, Wu, I donâ€™t need that I like custard, um
Marching for Mr. Mustard
Urh, uh, oh, oh yeahâ€¦