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
Reach for the door, get your access denied
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