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Boys and girls... everybody... gather round... all in together now
(Whee) Love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
Shake your butt, shake your little butt now
Must kill you, must kill you, must kill you, must kill you
Verse 1
I'm kinda fat and I sweat alot
but that's the only bad kwinky things I got
That and maybe the whole murdering aspect
but we ain't even really got to that yet
I love people (yes) I love everything about them
and that's why I gotta live life without them
Huh? I know this don't make any sense to you but fuck you
this songs about me exclusively
Murder, Murderous, Murderation
The murdering mentality without an explanation
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike (Ching)
I aint gotta seat I just sit on the pipe thing
I whistle, I sing I'll pet your poodle (C'mon)
I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle
Cuz I'm so happy I'll stab your ass
and lay down next to you dead in the grass and sing
Oh, it feels so good everytime I murder I get happy
Happy, happy, happy
Its found happy, happy, happy
Its found happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
(When I) Murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
Verse 2
I love you so hand me your neck (c'mon)
let me teach you about love and respect
Respect the fact that I love to kill
wait a minute yall I gotta take my pill
(Zanoffs, it works, I'm down to only 3 people a day (gulp))
My victims, I give em love and care
I don't wanna get blood everywhere
I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife
that's so 90's, get it right
I never mutilate or chop my loves (uh-uh)
all I really need is a pair of gloves
Or maybe a car I'll run em down with it
I know that can be messy but the birds will get it (yea)
Don't you see that I love you... ass-fat idiots
I'm Mr. Happy and I'm all about fun
Now get in the pit and try to kill someone
Oh it feels so good everytime I murder I get happy
Happy, happy, happy
I'm happy, happy, happiest
It's found happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
(When I) Murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
Verse 3
My bike has a basket full of strawberries
I picked them myself along with apples and cherries
and lemons and oranges and boogers and limes
plus theres a faygo in there but that's mine
red flowers like after your dead
I'll plant seeds and grow em out the side of your head
I got flowers all over the back yard
In the form of a Joker's card
Uh oh
Feels good I'm like the choko of my neighborhood
I'm one of those midnight creeps at Denny's
talking to myself and licking my pennies
I got a french fry hanging out of my beard
"Don't go near that guy, he's weird"
You know I'm all good and everythings all right
When you hear this scream in the middle of the night, like this
Oh, it feels so good everytime I murder I get happy
Happy, happy, happy
Its found happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
(When I) Murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
(I fuckin' kill you)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
(repeat)
Happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
(When I) Murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
You bitch
Bitch
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