Nooooooo! Make it stop!
Now, if you were a Space Monster abducting hillbillies in the forest, the last thing you want is to beam up a rapper & Billy Ray Cyrus.
Let alone force them to privately perform the crapfest that is "Achey Brakey Heart 2" with Billy Ray looking like Snake Plissken in shades.
No, you'd mutilate the alleged "musicians" by eating half their face off, ripping their knackers out, and dropping them on bemused farmers farms with the rest of the cattle.
Or abduct Miley Cyrus instead, Wrecking yer Balls with inter-species sexual experimentation (with a dose of intergalactic Rohypnol for the Betty & Barney Hill hypnotic recall later).
If anything's going to start The War Of The Worlds on Independence Day during First Contact, it's being subjected to this example of our cultural excellence. If I was on the Sulaco listening to this, I'd nuke Kentucky from orbit. It's the only way to be sure...
