ICP: Mr. Happy

I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lotbut thats the only bad quirky dinks I got that and maybe the whole murdering aspectbut we really aint even got to that yetI love people, I love everything about themand thats why I gotta live life without themI know it dont make any sence to you but fuck youthis songs about me exclusivelymurder, murderous, murderationthe murdering mentality without an explanationIm Mr. Happy and I ride a bikeI aint got a seat I just sit on the pipe thingI whistle, I sing, ill pet your poodleill twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodlecause Im so happy ill stab your assand lay down next to you dead on the grassand singOoh it feel so good every time I murder I get happyhappy happy happyIm happy, happy, happiestIm happy, happy, happiestIm happy, happy, happiestI murder murder murder you (must kill you)[sung during murder murder murder]ill murder murder murder youill murder murder murder youill murder murder murder youI love you, so hand me you necklet me teach you about love and respectrespect the fact that I love to killwait a minute yall I gotta take my pillZanoffs.. it works : down to only 3 people a daymy victims, I give them love and careI dont wanna get blood everywhereI dont use a chainsaw or a butcher knifethats so 90s get it rightI never mutilate or chop my lovesall I really need is a pair of glovesor maybe a car, ill run em down wit itI know that can be messy but the birds will get itdont you see that I love youIm mr. happy Im all about funNow get into the pit and try to kill someoneOoh it feel so good every time I murder I get happyhappy happy happyIm happy, happy, happiestIm happy, happy, happiestIm happy, happy, happiestits found murder murder murder youill murder murder murder youill murder murder murder youill murder murder murder youmy bike has a basket full of strawberriesI picked them myself along with apples and cherrieslemons and oranges and boogers and limesplus theres a faygo in there but thats minered flowers like after your deadI plant seeds and growem out the side of your headI got flowers all over the back yardin the form of a jokers cardUh ohh feels goodI like the chuckel of my neighborhoodIm one of them midnight creeps at dennystalking to myself and lickin my pennysI got a french fry hangin out of my beard(dont go near that guy hes weird)you know Im all good and everythings all rightwhen you hear this scream in the middle of the nightlike this:Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happyhappy happy happyIm happy, happy, happiestIm happy, happy, happiestIm happy, happy, happiestits found murder murder murder youill murder murder murder youill murder murder murder youill murder murder murder you[repeats until song ends]