Lyrical Breakdown of Blunt After Blunt - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blunt After Blunt" 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 "Blunt After Blunt" 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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Kush gott a nigga feeling awesome Ate that bitch pussy 'til she squirted like a dolphin Told her bend over, hit that shit doggy Called her a cab then I told that bitch to call me Danny Brown bitch, tell me what you need I got some Adderall and fire ass weed And they try to tell me I get too high That's a lie, if so, bitch, I woulda been died But the flow OD, don't get cochesed, capiche? Fuck with me, fuck around and be deceased Rest in peace wack niggas with oversized clothes Complain about my jeans cause I'm taking all they hoes Hold up, wait a minute Your pussy ain't shit 'til you had some Danny in it I'm gone off a Xanny nodding off watching menace Rolling off some purple that my nigga call Grimmace Bitch I ain't finish These bars was test tubed in the lab with foreign chemist Rolling testers on it but statistics got slumped I'm smoking blunt after blunt And I smoke Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt And I smoke Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt And I smoke Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt And I smoke Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt Stop 'Til my brain feels ten pounds heavier You fell off like Tom Selleck in a Celica Bitch give me brain for the hell of it But to her it's heaven if she even gets a smell of it That's why these bitches fuck with me 'Cause I eat that pussy like a female MC You get it? How about me and your girlfriend, you with it? Money over everything the only thing that matter And since I been getting it my blunts been getting fatter Take a couple puffs off it now a nigga woozy The white hoes I fuck with consider them whooties We 'bout to make a movie, starring me and a cast full of groupies And I do my own stunts, I'm smoking blunt after blunt And I smoke Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt And I smoke Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt And I smoke Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt And I smoke Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt Stop