CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) - Mustard Man lyrics

Mustard uhh behold

Hahahaha

A story that I rather not have told

Of a mustard mayhem!

I'm riding and I'm running in my sleep

From mustard man

He chases me ‘til the last sunrise

And fucks me in his mom's mini van

Mustard man whoa, whoa 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 stay true

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, but try on theese jeans made of whicker,

And they've got horse fleas,

Mustard in my dreams. Whoa!

Mustard god I'm on my knees bowing for you it's hot

I feel pleasure, won't you please serve me twice tonight I need

Wu, Wu

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.

Suicide

I'd rather die then 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, into 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 perverted

Mustard down loads in my wrong, I need a piece of shit

A log can feel my hands with mustard,

Wu, Wu, I don't need that I like custard, um

Mustard

Marching for Mr. Mustard

Urh, uh, oh, oh yeah…