Mr. Happy lyrics

Artist  : Insane Clown Posse 
Song : Mr. Happy
 


I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot
but that the
only bad quirky dinks I got
that and maybe the
whole murdering aspect
but we really ain't
even got to that yet
I love people, I love
everything about them
and that's why I gotta
live life without them
I know it don't make
any since 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
I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe
thing
I whistle, I sing, ill pet your
poodle
ill twist and squeeze your neck like a
wet noodle
cause I'm so happy ill stab your
ass
and lay down next to you dead on the
grass
and sing
Ooh it feel so good every
time I murder I get happy
happy happy
happy
its found happy happy happy
its found
happy happy happy
its found happy happy
happy
its found murder murder murder
you
ill murder murder murder you
ill murder
murder murder you
ill murder murder murder
you
I love you, so hand me you neck
let me
teach you about love and respect
respect the
fact that I love to kill
wait a minute y'all I
gotta take my pill
Zanoffs.. it works : down to
only 3 people a day
my victims, I give the 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
all I really need is
a pair of gloves
or maybe a car, ill run 'em
down wit it
I know that can be messy but the
birds will get it
don't you see that I love
you
I'm mr. happy I'm all about fun
Ooh it
feel so good every time I murder I get
happy
happy happy happy
its found happy
happy happy
its found happy happy happy
its
found happy happy happy
its found murder murder
murder you
ill murder murder murder you
ill
murder murder murder you
ill murder murder
murder you
my bike has a basket full of
strawberries
I picked them myself along with
apples and cherries
lemons and oranges and
boogers and limes
plus there's a faygo in
there but that's mine
red flowers like after
your dead
I plant seeds and growem out the
side of your head
I got flowers all over the
back yard
in the form of a jokers card
Uh
ohh feels good
I like the chuckel of my
neighborhood
I'm one of them midnight creeps
at dennys
talking to myself and lickin my
pennys
I got a french fry hangin 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:
Ooh it feel
so good every time I murder I get happy
happy
happy happy
its found happy happy happy
its
found happy happy happy
its found happy happy
happy
its found murder murder murder
you
ill murder murder murder you
ill murder
murder murder you
ill murder murder murder
you
[repeats until song ends]