Letra da Música Mr. Happy de Insane Clown Posse

oys and girls everybody gather round all in together now
Love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
Must kill you, must kill you, must kill you, must kill you

Verse 1
I'm kinda fat and I sweat alot
but that's the only bad creepy things I got
That and maybe the whole murdering aspect
but we aint even really got to that yet
I love people I love everything about them
and that's why I gotta live life without them
Huh? I know this 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 (Ching)
I aint gotta 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 say
Oh, it feels so good everytime 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 murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you

Verse 2
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 yall I gotta take my pill
(Zanoffs, it works, I'm down to only 3 people a day)
My victims, I give em 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 I'll run em down with it
I know that can be messy but the birds will get it
Don't you see that I love you...idiots
I'm Mr. Happy and I'm all about fun
Now get in the pit and try to kill someone
Oh it feels so good everytime 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 murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you

Verse 3
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 theres a faygo in there but that's mine
red flowers like after your dead
I'll plant seeds and grow em out the side of your head
I got flowers all over the back yard
In the form of a Joker's card
Uh oh
Feels good I'm like the choko of my neighborhood
I'm one of those midnight creeps at Denny's
talking to myself and licking my pennies
I got a french fry hanging 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
Oh, it feels so good everytime 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 murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I 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 murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you