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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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