Lyrics
I was boppin' at the club, right in the groove, uh-huh When a dude brushed past smelling like a zoo, that's rough His odorous sweat, a mist hard to best, got folks jumping out their shoes As he twerked, he let one burst, apocalypse in the booth Oh Stinky Steve, gassy as can be, oh Stinky Steve, releasing that foul breeze A fragrance grim, peeling off the paint, oh Steve Now the dance floor's clearin', the air's a toxic wave People gasping for breath, it's the funk they can't brave This club turned survival, escape room kind of vibe Through the cloud of Steve's essence, we're just trying to stay alive Oh, Stinky Steve, no fresh air reprieve, oh, Stinky Steve, you make grown men grieve DJ's mask on, track's still pumpin', Steve's in his own world rompin' and a-stompin' Steve's the king of silent but deadly, a legend of the night He’s got a fog machine built in, turning dance floors into flight We’d light a match to save our souls, but we fear what it might ignite With a toxic pout, he clears them out, he’s the party’s kryptonite Oh, Stinky Steve with each heave you weave an atmosphere we just can't believe He’s weaponized scent, we pay the price, Steve’s own brand of olfactory heist
