This is a song about "Susan boyle stinks"

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Your balls get susan boyle

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

I'm after lady boyle

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Now look: the change has come

Yo, my name is susan

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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