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C.K.Y. - Mustard Man
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Mustard uhh behold
hahahahaha
The story ends that I rather not have told
Of a mustard mayhem
Oh baby
'N I'm running in my sleep
The mustard man
He chases me until at sunrise
And fucks me and his mom really bad
Mustard man whoa, whoa bow down
The most of you
I am on the ground
I will sell your mustard shit
Lick your ass and it aren?t open
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 face
And I bleed.
Mustard
Did he? You think it's hot, which I don't need jeans they've got
Liquored, and they've got Bruce Lee'd, Mustard in my dreams. Whoa!
Mustard 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
Wu, Wu
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 it.
Suicide
I'd rather die, than meet mustard flies, in a bowl of shits
That Damn Black Flag.
You don?t know how it feels to have a girl break my heart.
And rip it out, into a mustard
Chili running from 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 down loads in the wrong, I need a piece of shit, a lot of seal my hands with mustard, Wu, Wu, I don?t need that ala custard, um
Mustard
Marching for Mr. Mustard.
Urh, uh, oh, oh yeah?
(Some of the lyrics for the song is guessed, and I cannot understand the lyrics, if you have the corrections please send it in replacement of these lyrics.)
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