Lyrical Breakdown of Adderall Admiral - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Danny Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Adderall Admiral" 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 Danny Brown 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 Danny Brown's narrative.

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Eating on an Adderall, wash it down with alcohol Writing holy mackerel, actual all factual Out for the capital, matador ya capsules Hassle the bitch in a castle with the ill grapples Tackled her asshole, my dick was like a lasso Fucked her in her mouth and washed it down with Tabasco You softer than Flanders' son Don't make me put hands on son Jump niggas like "Fuck one on one" Used to be locked up watching One on One And young Kyla Pratt was looking thick, a nigga wanted some But soon as I got out white bitches by the tons I fuck bad bitches to Stacy Lattisaw While you niggas got blue balls like a Avatar I'm eating caviar in El Salvador She running from my dick like it's a bull and she the matador She a pregnant labrador Said the metaphors are the highest caliber I spit hard, you hallmark card poets So many lines, you can bar code it She like to lick it on the head then slow stroke it Ocean in her panties and I'm 'bout to float through it Rewind this and just smoke to it