Lyrical Breakdown of This World Fucked Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "This World Fucked Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "This World Fucked Up" 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 Boosie Badazz 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 Boosie Badazz's narrative.

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What a world, huh? Haha Crazy Crazy, crazy This world is so fucked up Fucked up Oh my God My world This world Huh Donald Trump is my president Al Queda is my resident We on the corner where we all need a plug (Straight up) But they tryna take the Mexican (Can't let 'em take the Mexican) Every day they smokin' weed on the bus stop (Ayy) Every day another dead in the drop top So what should I tell the kid in the struggle? (Struggle) Protect your little brother, get a cutter If she love ya, then she love ya If she playin', then ya leave (Then ya leave) Too many of my mans in the squeeze (Locked) Judge gave 'em life like a klan man Too many mamas cryin' on they knees Like, "Please", lower a nigga taxes (Tax) They don't wanna pay the teachers They don't wanna teach the classes Why we all po'? Shit, that's what Boosie asking Don't throw away the money Think about it 'fore you trash it ('Fore you trash it) Many men They wish death upon myself They told on me, I did them nothing I never figured how that go They were so phony, watch your homie Trust nobody, watch your ho Even family turn on family It's a cold world and that's how it go All the girls want the wrong dude (Wrong dude) Everybody wanna rap, well he the wrong dude Yeah, kids, mane, they shooting up the whole school Fuck that shit, nigga, we gon' home school (Fuck that shit) All the women want respect from a G But they always naked on the I-G All the women screaming Rape? This is fake (This is fake) Niggas don't take pussy getting cake (Cake) Just 'cause one got it don't mean we all straight Just 'cause one racist that don't mean we all hate Rapper have it hard if he catch a coke case Send him to the yard if he breaking probate (What is it?) It's a world full of lies and deception (Yeah) Rap game a change, they don't wanna hear the message (Yeah) These kids cartoons, man, it's playing with their sexes For real niggas, forty niggas in a section Many men They wish death upon myself They told on me, I did them nothing I never figured how that go They were so phony, watch your homie Trust nobody, watch your ho Even family turn on family It's a cold world and that's how it go