This is a song about "Gangnam style"

Run for cover and return fire

They just hated my style,

They think they bring that pain

Yeah you can his style lame

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Through the barbed wire

Try to get wit my style

Even then my style still needed detox/

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Money back on my mind

Animal style my style is wild

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could