This is a song about "Susan boyle stinks"

I'm after lady boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

So pass the baby oil

Your balls get susan boyle

Top ranked, number one my son

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

Yo, my name is susan

They like talk to em young

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

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