This is a song about "Robert boyle"

Your balls get susan boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Used to call me the african don dada

My balls get lubed in oil

I'm after lady boyle