My Favorite Things
Twiztid & Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics
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Is a privilege Right here
To hear this man sing he's got the voice
Of a baby angel hey
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 god damn artist da da da da
Here right now turn him 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 tings
Get my joy cupped and my balls licked
Underneath mistletoe
Oh, didn't I tell you he was beautiful? You
Got it, man, you got the stuff
Don't give 'em no more
The lyrics to "My Favorite Things" by Twiztid & Blaze Ya Dead Homie depict a scene where the artists are in a studio, and one of them is introducing a singer with an incredible voice. They emphasize the privilege of hearing this singer, describing his voice as that of a baby angel. The energy is high as they urge the sound engineer to turn up the volume so they can fully appreciate the singer's talent. The lyrics also highlight the artist's ability to create his own beat, further showcasing his skills.
The song then takes a dark turn, as the imagery shifts to gargoyles holding baskets of black kittens with sharp bloody fangs, juxtaposed with the comfort of warm Christmas mittens. This contrast captures the artists' unique perception of their favorite things, blending elements of darkness and warmth. The lyrics suggest that these seemingly contradictory elements represent what brings them joy and satisfaction. The final lines allude to an intimate encounter under mistletoe, adding a touch of playfulness amidst the darker undertones.
Overall, "My Favorite Things" presents a juxtaposition of beauty and darkness, emphasizing the individuality and unique preferences of the artists while showcasing their appreciation for unconventional experiences and feelings of joy.
Line by Line Meaning
Look, I'm doin' you's a favor this
I want you to recognize that I am doing something beneficial for you
Is a privilege Right here
Consider it a special opportunity
To hear this man sing he's got the voice
Listen to this man's extraordinary singing skills
Of a baby angel hey
His voice is as heavenly as that of a cherubic child
Turn the shit up! He said he can't
Increase the volume! He insists he cannot hear it properly
Hear it turn the shit up!
I want to be able to hear it better, so raise the volume
No, no, I can hear it
No need to worry, I can actually hear it
Look, this is my god damn artist da da da da
Pay attention, this artist is incredibly important to me
Look, he's makin' his own beat int
Observe how he has created his unique rhythm
Here right now turn him up! I can hear it
While he performs live here, increase the volume so I can fully enjoy it
Turn the shit up! Turn him up!
Again, raise the volume to amplify his talent
Gargoyles holding baskets of black kittens
Imaginary creatures with gothic features carrying containers of dark felines
With sharp bloody fangs and
Their teeth are pointed and dripping with blood
Warm Christmas mittens
Yet they wear cozy mittens typically associated with the holiday season
It's freezing outside
The temperature outdoors is extremely cold
It's so cold that it stings
The freezing cold is painful to the touch
These are a few of my favorite tings
These unusual and bizarre elements are among my preferred things
Get my joy cupped and my balls licked
Seek pleasure and satisfaction through intimate acts
Underneath mistletoe
In the traditional location where people share affection during the holiday season
Oh, didn't I tell you he was beautiful? You
I forgot to mention how incredibly attractive he is, by the way
Got it, man, you got the stuff
Now you understand and recognize his amazing qualities
Don't give 'em no more
Refuse to provide any additional information about him
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