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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 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 sence 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 I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I murder murder murder you (must kill you)[sung during murder murder murder] ill murder murder murder you ill murder murder murder you ill murder murder murder you SongtexteI 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 them 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 Now get into the pit and try to kill someone Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy happy happy happy I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest 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 I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest I'm happy, happy, happiest 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] Aus Songtexte Mania