Lyrical Breakdown of Funny - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Funny" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Funny" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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Walked in the spot, smellin' like ganja
Walked in the spot, smellin' like money
Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skooskoo riding
Pull up on my plug, beep beep, I'm back in traffic
Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing
Bitch's mouth dropped when she see the top dropping
And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money
Funny, swear that this shit ain't funny
I just get the money then I'm goin' out in public, stuntin'
Shoulda never gave a young nigga money
Fresh as fuck, lookin' like I'm goin' on a luncheon
Now I got a belly of a beast, I be munchin'
Beauty of the beast, diamonds dancin'
With G-L-O-G-A-N-G, ridin' Asanti's
But don't make my pistol sing like Ashanti
I beat that mothafucka, Tina Turner
Cops on us, nigga turned
I'm runnin', I ain't gettin' searched
Get away, I be first
I'm in this shit til the dirt
Walked in the spot, smellin' like ganja
Walked in the spot, smellin' like money
Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skooskoo riding
Pull up on my plug, beep beep, I'm back in traffic
Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing
Bitch's mouth dropped when she see the top dropping
And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money
Funny, swear that this shit ain't funny
Throw that money to me and I'ma catch it
Gang banging throwin' sets, bitch
Chain hangin' on my neck, bitch
Wrist hurt, my watch be doin' damage
I stay smokin' on that cat piss
You still be smokin' on that cat shit
Choppin' up this shit like I'm from Texas
New car, I just got it
I heard you be on that flex shit
Put this pistol to your biceps bitch
Bought a pound and smoked the ganja that quick
In my car bitch, I'm Sosa so I like fast shit
Walked up in the spot, smelled wet shit
So I'm like, "Who the fuck is smokin' that shit?"
Walked up out the spot with every damn bitch
But I'm in a two-seater, all of 'em can't fit
Walked in the spot, smellin' like ganja
Walked in the spot, smellin' like money
Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skooskoo riding
Pull up on my plug, beep beep, I'm back in traffic
Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing
Bitch's mouth dropped when she see the top dropping
And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money
Funny, swear that this shit ain't funny