Lyrical Breakdown of Mainstream Rachet - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mainstream Rachet" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mainstream Rachet" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2 Chainz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2 Chainz's narrative.
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Last night I bought the supermodel
Got head on the way home
She left her other friends at the club
Got home, and I fucked her with my chains on
And that's ratchet huh?
Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh
(Woah bring it back)
Take your bitch like I'm the dog catcher
Take your ass to the mall after
Spa day, shawty
Kill that pussy, pallbearer
You from that RuPaul era
I'm from that hell nah era
Real niggas say true
Real niggas ain't you
I ride around with that yapper on me
Gun clad with my Glock up on me
Surround your ass with so many shots
You'll be claustrophobic
Crib so big a dinosaur can run through that shit
I'm a shark, and you a tuna fish
My paper up, got your girl with her ankles up
Gangster boy
She got her T-shirt and her panties on
She trying to smell my cologne
I can fuck her anywhere I want
I even fuck her on the floor
And thats ratchet huh?
Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh
(Woah bring it back)
I'm on top like a toupée
You on the side like a toothache
Box your ass, suitcase
I'm real, you ain't
Calamari, crab cakes
My closet the size of your damn place
You lookin' at a star
I wish that they could add space
I'm getting money, fast pace
My hoes gave my cash straight
He can't ball, castrate
She the opposite of last place
Do it, bust it open, slow it down, Robitussin
My girl got a big ass
Your girl got back pockets touching
I want a dollar, I want everything
Balls out, I let her hang
Went shopping for a wedding ring
Went on a double date with Molly and Mary Jane
And thats ratchet huh?
Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh
If you patch a weed that's ratchet
My last album was classic
Shawty on my dica
Backwards spells acid
She pop a P like a zany
She'll use no hands and no panties
She rock like nose candy
You fuck with me, ain't no plan B
I'm a D boy with a degree
I sold dope in my momma's home
My girl pussy deep (deep)
So right there is my comfort zone
Born alone, die alone
Mud in my styrofoam
She got on top of me like a stage,
I said use my dick as a microphone