This is a song about "Susan boyle stinks"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

Yo, my name is susan

When it's all said and done

I'm after lady boyle

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Your balls get susan boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil