So I’m dropping a new single. -What?
– ♪ Surprise! ♪ -New single?
-Just relax. Crack an egg on your head,
feel the yolk drip down. America, get your uteruses turnt, ’cause this song is called
“Get Dat Fetus Kill Dat Fetus.” Oh, dear. ♪ I’m a baby killer
Baby killing makes me horny ♪ ♪ Alien’s inside me
I’m gonna squash it like Sigourney ♪ No, stop. ♪ Get that fetus, kill that fetus ♪ ♪ Brrap brrap pew pew… ♪ Christ, stop the tape. Glasses, you did this. ♪ I’m a dolphin doll face
Bitches in my crawlspace ♪ ♪ Have abortions sometimes? ♪ ♪ No, I’mma have abortions always ♪ ♪ Get that fetus, kill that fetus
Get that fetus, kill that fetus ♪ ♪ Brrap brrap pew pew
Brrap brrap pew pew ♪ ♪ And sometimes I do have doubts
and its hard to sleep ♪ Tell it! ♪ I think about my child’s heartbeat
and oh, it makes me weep ♪ ♪ I hope and pray to God
my little fetus has a soul ♪ ♪ Because I want it to feel pain
when I eject it from my hole ♪ Brrap brrap brrap brrap! “Brrap brrap. Pew pew.” A daring battle cry from
the self-appointed New Voice of Choice. But has the concept of women
having choices gone too far?