I think this one is falling into the gap of illegality that Girl Talk albums have fallen in to: so brazenly illegal, so artfully bold, that prosecution is kind of beside the point. It's like it's transcended the law through sheer ballsiness.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.