Brandon DiCamillo
"Mustard Man"

Mustard!
Behold!...
The story that I'd rather not have told,
of a mustard mayhem
I'm riding,
and running in my sleep, from Mustard Man
he chases me to the last sunrise,
and fucks me in his mom's minivan

Mustard Man, woo woo bow down
I must serve you,
I am on the ground
Bowing to your mustard shit,
Lick your ass to the end of it,
I will march for you Mustard Man,
I'll stay true

Woo woo 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 these jeans
made of wicker, and they got horse fleas
mustard in my dreams, woo

Mustard God I'm on my knees,
bowing for you it's hot
I feel pleasure wont you please serve me
twice tonight I need woo woo
mustard seeds like I said up in my head
jam them with some sugar cane
pleasure's so good and I feel the pain

woo woo mustard makes me cry
I hate it
Suicide
I'd rather die than
eat mustard flies and a bowl of shit stained snot and die
You don't know how it feels to have a girl break my heart
And rip it out into the 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
I got a broken heart from a mustard girl
she rocked my world, and now I'm allergic
and on my knees and perverted

Mustard downloads in my ROM
I need a piece of shit
A log can't fill my head with mustard
woo woo
I don't need that, I like custard oooh
Mustard
marching for Mr Mustard