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 f*cks 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'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… disease!



You think it's hot, which I don't need jeans they've got whickered,

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 f*ck 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…