This is a song about "Kenny jr"

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating