This is a song about "Susan boyle stinks"

Yo, my name is susan

So now she picks up the gun

I'm after lady boyle

My balls get lubed in oil

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

It ain't about black or white cause we human

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

How could i drink with ya if you brought a couple stinks with ya

Your balls get susan boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil