Lyrical Breakdown of Wrong Ones - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wrong Ones" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Pun weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wrong Ones" 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 Big Pun 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 Big Pun's narrative.
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Yeah
No more runnin'
Yeah, no more America's Most and all that shit there
Rockin' the mic now
Runnin' with my nigga Pun Boogie, baby
Lot of niggas fronted, said they gonna put me on, help me and shit like that there
But you kept it golden with me my nigga
That's right, you fuckers
Dead, and still killin' shit!
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you get stuck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, haha
I'm as wicked as Hitler first born
'Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone
Kill niggas softly but not with her song
Matter fact, I kill 'em viciously, brutally
Strip them clowns down to nudity
Shove the chrome where they doo-doo be
It's a stick up, don't try to get brave
Don't even chance it, Duke
I want y'all motherfuckers strippin' like you dance for loot
Don't stop, give it, give it ,or you gon' get it, get it
Get your fuckin' Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it, spit it (woo)
Y'all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live
Creep through in a white five and snipe five
Y'all got some trife wives
Show me where y'all re' at, where the ki' at
Sleep, eat shit and pee at, park your three at
Spark like Vietnam, tell your mom through the intercom
"UPS, ma'am, sign here," send a bomb
Leave that bitch roasted and toasted like a chestnut
And if I run out of milk for cereals, I leave her breasts cut
Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts, sick 'em Cujo
Steal your bitch and dick the culo
Slam your ass and I don't know a lick of judo
Fly to PR, stick Menudo
Come back, cop a six with two doors
Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew
From Washington Heights in jail, I had niggas washin' my Nikes
Now I'm squashin' the mic, extortionist type
Harsh with a knife, I'm flossin' yo' ice on some Bronx shit tonight
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you get stuck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, haha
Cannibalism is livin' in my metabolism
Givin' 'em spasms and aneurysms at baby baptisms
That's all my thugs thinkin' bout, drinkin' your blood
Boriquens love, flooded rugs, bloody and bloated mugs
Even the reverend can catch a severing when I'm beheading
The Armageddon is deadening demons, Jesus in heaven
Goin' back to spiritual ritual times
What you gon' find, shiftings of Satan in critical bind
Nevermind, I do that often, have risen often
Bust out my coffin, I'm a livin' abortion
Battled the devil and deaded his demons
Treaded the beings that be in this
Different levels of Hell, still screamin'
Seein' bodies bloody and babies bloated, corroded
Know the Chinese exploded
Know they run with Gotti who know it (check it)
I never run I never ran, the fattest motherfuckin' man (what? What?)
I roll with Cuban, linkin' to the jams (what? What? What? What?)
That's all I'm knowin' and I'm never need
All on your soul I feed, I'm lettin' punk motherfuckers bleed
Fuckin' with me, better hide your seed
Better think twice, before you ride on me
'Cause I'mma lift your weight then I'm droppin' you in the incinerator
Then I'm hittin' the hospital and poppin' two in the incubator
That's how we do it pana, hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga
Oh, I'm sorry papa, was you the dada?
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you get stuck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, haha
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you get stuck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, haha