Mustard uhh behold
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Hahahaha
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A story that I rather not have told
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Of a mustard mayhem!
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I¡¯m riding and I'm running in my sleep
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From mustard man
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He chases me ¡®til the last sunrise
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And fucks me in his mom¡¯s mini van
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Mustard man whoa, whoa bow down
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I must serve you
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I am on the ground
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Bowing to your mustard shit
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Lick your ass at the end of it
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I will march for you mustard man; ill stay true
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Wu, Wu when I shit, when I try to run away, mustard man whipped me with his mustard chain,
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And his mustard seeds pissed in my face
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And I bleed; Mustard¡¦ disease!
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You think it's hot, but try on theese jeans made of whicker,
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And they've got horse fleas,
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Mustard in my dreams. Whoa!
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Mustard god I¡¯m on my knees bowing for you it¡¯s hot
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I feel pleasure, won't you please serve me twice tonight I need
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Wu, Wu
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Mustard seeds like I set up in my head
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Jam them with some sugarcane, pleasured so good and I feel the pain
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Wu Wu mustard makes me cry, I hate it.
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Suicide
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I'd rather die then eat mustard flies, in a bowl of shit stains, snot and die
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You don¡¯t know how it feels to have a girl break my heart.
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And rip it out, into mustard
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She¡¯d rather fuck mustard, never!
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Mustard God, don¡¯t take away from me, the pleasure of a young girl,
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Who I¡¯m gonna marry
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You!
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I¡¯ve got a broken heart from a mustard girl
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She rocks my world, and now I¡¯m allergic and on my knees and perverted
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Mustard down loads in my wrong, I need a piece of shit
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A log can feel my hands with mustard,
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Wu, Wu, I don¡¯t need that I like custard, um
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Mustard
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Marching for Mr. Mustard
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Urh, uh, oh, oh yeah¡¦
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Mustard Man
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| CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) |
