My Favorite Things - Twiztid, Blaze Ya Dead Homie

«Look, I’m doing yous a favor.

This is a privilege right here to hear this man

sing.

He’s got the voice of a baby angel

Turn the shit up.

He said he can’t hear it.

Turn the shit up»

«No, no, I can hear it»

«Look this is my goddamn artist, look he’s making his own beat in there right

now.

Turn it up!»

«I can hear it»

«Turn the shit up!

Turn him up!»

Gargoyles holding baskets of black kittens

With sharp bloody fangs, and warm Christmas mittens

It’s freezing outside, it’s so cold that it stings

These are a few of my favorite things

Get my joy copped, and my balls licked

Underneath mistletoe

«Oh didn’t I tell you he was beautiful?

You got it man, you got the stuff,

Frankie, man.

Don’t give 'em no more.»