Lyrical Breakdown of Fuxk - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fuxk" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fuxk" 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 21 Savage 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 21 Savage's narrative.
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I got work up on me, fuck that house, I hit that fucking lick
Fuck the state and fuck all of them feds that totin' with my bitch
I been going hard with Forgiattos in the fucking whip
I'm gonna fuck your friends, get on your knees and suck my fucking dick
It be like: X you not workin' hard, you not droppin' shit
I been shopping on my homies, dropping off them checks and shit
Smokin' dope, been like fuck a po', been like a fuck a hoe
Been like fuck a bitch, looked at my wrist, got scars up on that shit
Everyday fuck a verse, fuck the heaven, fuck Murk
Fuck the doctor that's gonna save me when I cut my fucking heart
Out this socket, blast that rocket, leave my face upon that dirt
Oh my god, oh my, oh my, oh my
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, nigga fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, nigga fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, nigga fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Ey, ey
Fuck on your aunty, your mammy, your daughter
Superman that pussy, she call me father
Pull up she wetter wetter than a harbor
Ska-da ska-do-do-do with the revolver
Guns hangin' slangin', Billy The Kid
Hash slinging slasher post in the mist
Gold on my wrist and my dick in my bitch
Monster in the building, Lilo & Stitch
He, come up out the pussy like a fade away
Watch me beat the kitty, Ryu, hu
Beat the pussy bald no Caillou, hu
Like a new toy I might try you
Mojo JoJo, groovy Austin Powers
Soul in the bowl bitch I will devour
I rain terror upon you fucking cowards
Might want a feature but oh my fucking god
Oh my god
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Oh my god, oh my god
Might fuck your bitch, fuck your bitch
Oh my god, oh my god
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Oh my god, oh my god
Might fuck your bitch, fuck your bitch
Oh my god, oh my god
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit (oh my god)
Oh my god, oh my god
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit (oh my god)
Oh my god, oh my god
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit (oh my god)
Oh my god, oh my god
Fuck that shit, oh my god
Hee