I was totally prepared to hate the result of the pro-life movement’s attempt to appeal to “the youth,” but Flipsyde‘s “Happy Birthday” is just too good:
I never tell a woman what to do with her body.
But if she don’t love children, then we can’t party.
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday, I love you, whoever you would have been.
Umm, actually, that’s pretty awesome. Just block out the part where Flipsyde is all like, “paid for the murder before they even determined sex . . . sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life,” and this empty-swing rap ballad is surprisingly listenable. Bonus: Flipsyde establishes street cred by admitting to “sippin’ on a beer.”