Luyện nghe bài hát Mustard Man

Mustard uhh

A that I rather not have told
Of a mayhem!

I'm riding and I'm running in my
mustard man
He chases me the last sunrise
And fucks me in his mom's van

man whoa, whoa bow down
I must you
I am on the
Bowing to your shit
your ass at the end of it
I will march for you mustard man; ill true

Wu, Wu when I shit, when I try to run away, mustard man whipped me his mustard chain,
And his mustard pissed in my face
And I Mustard... disease!

You think hot, but try on theese jeans made of whicker,
And they've got fleas,
in my dreams. Whoa!

Mustard god I'm on my bowing for you it's hot
I feel pleasure, won't you serve me twice tonight I need
Wu, Wu
Mustard seeds like I set up in my
Jam them with some sugarcane, pleasured so and I feel the pain

Wu Wu makes me cry, I hate it.

I'd rather die then eat mustard flies, in a bowl of shit stains, and die
You don't know how it feels to a girl break my heart.
And rip it out, into
She'd fuck mustard, never!

Mustard God, don't take away from me, the of a young girl,
Who I'm marry
You!

I've got a broken heart from a girl
She rocks my world, and now I'm allergic and on my knees and

Mustard down loads in my wrong, I need a of shit
A log can feel my hands mustard,
Wu, Wu, I need that I like custard, um

Marching for Mr.

Urh, uh, oh, oh yeah...