Lyrical Breakdown of Belly Of The Beast - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Belly Of The Beast" 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 "Belly Of The Beast" 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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Maniac off Xanny bars
Sack like Santa Claus
That puts you in the figure-four
My literature is like I wrote it in silver
And you're on the podium with speech of rhodium
Your bitch like a leech on my scrotum
Ho tried to kill the dick, strangled them and choked 'em
After she was done I looked down at my penis
Like, she really ain't mean it
Nigga, I'm anemic with the ink, you a Stevie Wonder blink
I take a piss in that same sink you wash dishes with
You're illiterate, ya Bisquick soft
I pulled the biscuit then you dipped like cocktail sauce
I eat so many shrimp I got iodine poison
Hoes on my dick 'cause I look like Roy Orbison
Got a foursome with four fours and I called it a twelve
One was chubby, one was ugly, wack as hell (Ah)
This can't be real, I'm in a dream
I don't have skin, I just shine
They can't contain me, I'm free
It feels like losing your mind
Psycho, crazy, deranged
Spittin' on tracks like oncoming train
Vocal laid down like tower of burnin' flame
Sippin' gasoline, made her pour canteen
Stone Temple Pilot crashed in to the wall
While listenin' to Wu-Tang and rubbin' on his balls
Off them bars of footballs, thoughts playin' foosball
In VIP, sleep with shades on the boo-ya
So bitch, bust that shit open like you landed knee-first
Let me stick my finger in it, what it smell like, birth?
If it smell like syrup you gon' get this work
But if it smell like perch, gotta disperse
I'm a pervert wearin' sherbet, take your baby mama, turn her
As a youngin' mama should have handcuffed me to the furnace
This can't be real, I'm in a dream
I don't have skin, I just shine
They can't contain me I'm free
It feels like losing your mind