This is a song about "Gangam style"

Animal style my style is wild

Fine young man with an old man mind

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I know i'm wrong now

You got a weak style, see, wow,

Try to get wit my style

Run for cover and return fire

Yeah you can his style lame

Hallow be thy name

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

My style is on point like a decimal,