This is a song about "Susan boyle stinks"

So pass the baby oil

Your balls get susan boyle

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Yo, my name is susan

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

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

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

I'm after lady boyle