Mr. Happy | ||||||
I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot, but thats the only bad quirky dinks I got, that and maybe the whole murdering aspect, but we ain'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, cuz I'm so happy I'll stab your ass, and lay down next to you dead in the grass, and sing, (Chorus) Oh it feel so good when I murder I get happy, happy, happy happy, If I'm happy happy happy,If I'm happy happy happy,If I'm happy happy happy, if I murder murder murder you I'll murder murder you, I'll murder murder murder you, I'll murder murder murder you, I love you so hand me your neck, let me teach you about love and respect, respect the fact that I love to kill, wait a minute ya'll I gotta take my pill, Zanoff, 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 butcher knife, that was so 90's get it right, I never mutilate or chop my loves, all I really need is a pair fo gloves, or maybe a car, I'll run them down wit it, I know that can get messy but the birds will get it, don't you see that I love you, I'm Mr. Happy I'm all about fun, (Chorus) My bike has a basket full fo strawberries, I picked them myself along with apples and cherries, lemons and oranges and boogers and limes, plus theres a Faygo in there but thats mine, red flowers like after you're dead, I plant seeds and grow em out of the side of your head, I got flowers all over the backyard, in the form of a Joker's Card, Oh it feels so good, I'm like the chokehole of the neighborhood, I'm one of those midnight creeps at Denny's, talkin 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'll know I'm all good and everything's right, when you hear a scream in the middle of the night, Like this: (chorus) |