This is a song about "Susan boyle stinks"

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

You just working with the scraps you was given

I'm after lady boyle

My balls get lubed in oil

Just a place that they can come

Yo, my name is susan

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

Your balls get susan boyle

My rapping made you soil