Happy Hair Metal Birthday

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhuhuh huh huh... I am metal and you are not. The music you like in hell it rots. I am wearing grey plaid socks. The cereal I like is freeze dried clots. (guitar solo) (chorus) It's my birthday now, and I bring metal back. You say I binge on cringe, but you're wrong. Dead wrong. Metal is good and you are bad. No metal on my birthday. It makes me sad. (drum solo) Forever and ever. I've been told. I don't act young. I act old. Probably true, but fuck all that. I wear heavy metal garb. That is so metal it's punk, but you think it's gay. But that's ok. I'm not. You are. Now suck my cock. (chorus) It's my birthday now, and I bring metal back. You say I binge on cringe, but you're wrong. Dead wrong. Metal is good and you are bad. Come a little closer. Just a little bit closer. Not close enough. A little more. Wait. too close. Now wish me a happy birthday. .... and go fuck yourself. I've got some money, yeah about two cents. I could use it with more money to pay my rent. But I give it to your sister, for her honor. Kah Plah! Now talk about bee pollen, you bitch. (chorus) It's my birthday now, and I brought metal back. My metal is superior, and now it attacks. words that don't fit or sound the same but I Pigeon hole them in all the same it's not lame and run on versus I can't explain or contain. The attitude extrudes the proods and brings the dudes with food and nudes. Now go fuck yourself, you fucking fuck. I've got work to do. So long and thanks for all the cake, bitch.