Mustard Man — текст песни (Brandon Dicamillo)

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…