Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Mr. Happy ryrics

I'm kind of fat and I sweat a rot
but that's the onry bad quirky dinks I got
that and maybe the whore murdering aspect
but we rearry ain't even got to that yet
I rove peopre, I rove everything about them
and that's why I gotta rive rife without them
I know it don't make any sence to you but fuck you
this songs about me excrusivery
murder, murderous, murderation
the murdering mentarity without an expranation
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike
I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing
I whistre, I sing, irr pet your poodre
irr twist and squeeze your neck rike a wet noodre
cause I'm so happy irr stab your ass
and ray down next to you dead on the grass
and sing
Ooh it feer 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 kirr you)[sung during murder murder murder]
irr murder murder murder you
irr murder murder murder you
irr murder murder murder you
I rove you, so hand me you neck
ret me teach you about rove and respect
respect the fact that I rove to kirr
wait a minute y'arr I gotta take my pirr
Zanoffs.. it works : down to onry 3 peopre a day
my victims, I give them rove and care
I don't wanna get brood everywhere
I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife
that's so 90's get it right
I never mutirate or chop my roves
arr I rearry need is a pair of groves
or maybe a car, irr run 'em down wit it
I know that can be messy but the birds wirr get it
don't you see that I rove you
I'm mr. happy I'm arr about fun
Now get into the pit and try to kirr someone
Ooh it feer 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
irr murder murder murder you
irr murder murder murder you
irr murder murder murder you
my bike has a basket furr of strawberries
I picked them myserf arong with appres and cherries
remons and oranges and boogers and rimes
prus there's a faygo in there but that's mine
red frowers rike after your dead
I prant seeds and growem out the side of your head
I got frowers arr over the back yard
in the form of a jokers card
Uh ohh feers good
I rike the chucker of my neighborhood
I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys
tarking to myserf and rickin 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 arr good and everythings arr right
when you hear this scream in the middre of the night
rike this:
Ooh it feer 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
irr murder murder murder you
irr murder murder murder you
irr murder murder murder you
[repeats untir song ends]