"guyss I traveled the world and wrote an album about LOVIGN YOUESELF," $he sputters, one hand holding her balance: LA DISPOSAL reads the dumpster. "It WIll mAake U FEEL ALL SORTS of tHings, IN 1 SonG I am being RAPED WHILE SINGIHN..." she slips on a banana peel and falls, bashing her head open on the concrete. The raccoon in the audience approaches, sniffs, and scurries away in disgust. Bonnie McKee, dressed as a maintenance man with a moustache, then comes and drags her body into The Basement, sighing.
Screaming @ the thought of a marketing gimmick being "I am being raped while I recorded these vocals"
@ it being COMPLETELY forgotten just a few weeks after release
I hope to GOD this was supposed to be ironic