This is a song about "One eyed eels birthday"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Prolific, picking victims one by one

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Ok fuck it/i lied/i'm a green eyed monster/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

I just want somebody i can see

Your birthday and anniversary