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,

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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,

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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:

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