Lyrics

[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
I thought about the day
I decided
I wasn't gonna hide it
Just call Planned Parenthood
No good, no good can come from this
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
Immortal instruments are being made
The necessary tools to make the squeeze
Crush the head and pull him apart
No heart, no life, it's just a lump
[Chorus]
Call the doctor, call him now
Tell him we need this child out
Is there any mercy
For killing your kids this way
[Verse 3]
The day you told him he was fine
But it got worse after time
The abortion distortion
there's no hope, no emotion
[Chorus]
We'll call the doctor, call him now
We need to get this child out
Kill the kid and blend him up
Stick him in a sippie cup
[Verse 4]
I hate what I've become
I hate what I've done
Is there any mercy for killing your kids this way
[Instrumental]
[Verse 5]
It could have been perfect
Our child would have thrived
They might have been a doctor
who scrapes you from the inside
Vacuums up all the slop
Sends women on their way
No option, only an abortion
[Bridge]
Am I a killer
Am I selfish
What have I done here
Let me go now
I need mercy for it all
I am a killer after all
[Chorus]
We'll call the doctor, call him now
We need to get this child out
We'll kill the kid and blend him up
Stick him in a sippy cup
Oh I hate what I have done
I hate what I've become
Is there any mercy for killing your kids this way
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