This is a song about "Smelly kenny"

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

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