| C.K.Y. - Mustard Man lyric |
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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…       
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