Peppy sings like a canary

What’s your favorite song?
“Oh god, I’ve got so many. All my songs are so good, afterall… “Cum on Over Me,” “Tits Over Dicks,” “Don’t Gotta Be a Dyke to Love Pussy,” “Get Off My Ass and Get Inside It,” “Clit Kicker,” “Cockslap Fever,” “Skanktastic”… oh, didja mean not mine? I dunno, I like Queen and Madonna, lotsa older stuff, really. Like to listen to some Britney and stuff, but mostly just to see how they’re taking my ideas.”

Any pussy shots on the net like other pop stars?
“You kiddin’ me? There’s some I made myself. Nothin’ boosts your celeb cred flashin’ some lips to the world. Everyone looks when there’s pussy around, whether they like it or not. Hell, even if I’m not getting laid, I choose some of my sexiest panties (if any), just so the camera guys can see the real me, if ya get me. Don’t think there’s a part of me that’s not on the web.”

What you think of the other singers in the league?
“Delisha’s a pain. Just cuz she’s noisy doesn’t mean it’s music. And that Emily skank!” Peppy fumed, turning red almost instantly as she yelled, spit flying and her hair messing up as she went off. “GOD! She’s taking my spotlight! I wanna just beat her so bad she’s bruised all over her damn body, then shave her head so she’s so ugly nobody’ll even look at her. Then I’d kick her twat inside out so she can’t even fuck, and I’ll shove a strapon down her throat and piss down it so she’ll never sing that ugly-ass music again!”
Peppy blew her hair back into place as best she could for now, trying to regroup.

Giving your erotic lyrics, do you have trouble selling your music in some stores?
“Well, yea. No K-Mart gonna carry songs with cum dumpster, cockslap, clitty fuck, assrape, gorilla juice, and stuff like that in the lyrics.”

Who are your musical heroes?
“I dunno. Elvis, maybe. He knew karate and everybody wanted to hit that, and he lived like a king. Think he was even a secret agent. That was pretty cool, I guess. Might do that. Secret agents get to wear hot outfits, like that leather outfit shit. Though I’d have to glam it up, maybe makin’ it purple and addin’ glitter or somethin.”

Some of your critics said your songs are "HORRIBLE" "The worst music ever" "Some describe it as Ear ****" "A dying kitten screaming" How does these bad reviews make you feel?
“Dude, they totally being whatcha call… sarcastic. Maybe it’s like a metaphor or somethin’. But come on, people don’t hate my music. I don’t think it’s possible. Only those jerk critics sometimes, or dorks on the internet. They just want to say something that nobody else is saying, or acting like they’re too good for the music. They think it makes em cool. Let’s see em say it to my face.”