I have spent far too much time giggling and messing with this, and I have other things on which to concentrate my giggling and messing-with efforts. So:
It's a shame a real composer didn't do it because buttershots lady deserves majesty and I am too bewildered by how awesome and in sync she is at 120bpm to get past thumping and some Spike Jones literalism. Her venom was such that I wanted to make her rant less ephemeral, so I figured I'd chop out the political content and BEHOLD it's about the thankless chore of rearranging pixels for an audience of uncaring fucks totally unlike YOU, gentle reader.
