Insane Clown Posse (icp) Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Mr Happy Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Mr Happy Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Mr. Happy

 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 since 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

 its found happy happy happy

 its found happy happy happy

 its found happy happy happy

 its found murder murder murder you

 ill murder murder murder you

 ill murder murder murder you

 ill 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

 wait a minute y'all I gotta take my pill

 Zanoffs.. 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 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

 Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy

 happy happy happy

 its found happy happy happy

 its found happy happy happy

 its found happy happy happy

 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

 its found happy happy happy

 its found happy happy happy

 its found happy happy happy

 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]