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Correct Mr. Happy Lyrics
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Love you, I love you I Love you, I love you Kill you, must kill you Must kill you, must Kill you I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot But that's the only bad quirky dinks I got That and maybe the whole murdering aspect But we needn't really 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 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 I ain't got a seat, I just sit on the pipe thing I whistle, I sing, I'll pet your poodle I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle 'Cause I'm so happy, I'll stab your ass And lay down next to you dead on the grass And sing, ooh, it feels so good every time I murder, I get happy Happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest Murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you I'll 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 all Wait a minute y'all I gotta take my pill Zanoffs, it works, down to only three people a day My victims, I give them love and care I don't wanna get blood everywhere I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife That's son ninety's get it right I never mutilate or chop my loves All I really need is a pair of gloves Or maybe a car, I'll 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 Now get into the pit and try to kill someone Ooh, it feel so good every time I murder, I get happy Happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest Murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you 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 there's a faygo in there but that's mine Red flowers like after your dead I plant seeds and grow 'em out, the side of your head I got flowers all over the back yard In the form of a jokers card Uh, oh, feels good I'm like the chuckle 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, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest Murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you Happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest Murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you I'll murder, murder, murder you
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