Lyrical Breakdown of LOL - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "LOL" 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 "LOL" 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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[Verse 1:] Depressed [?], I'm like December 25th Getting cookies out the oven with the Louis V oven mitt Sold work, now I'm working with the choruses Professor X-Man would say I'm Vanglorious Put patterns together with words I crochet All-Madden with the flow, y'all so so gay like Dance... dance revolution I'm for the advance same as [?] restitution [?] Eating good in the booth like wassup Y'all in the booth sounding like potluck We don't know what we gettin' Brown like Pujols, always hittin' Your bitch like a cue ball in a pool hall We all hittin' No kiddin', no bullshittin' Put my dick out and she just start lickin' like It was her secret ambition, put my dick on her nose now she look like [?] [Hook:] Niggas hit the text, say it's light on the scale I text back LOL Another nigga trippin', said he middleman as hell I text back LOL SMH, LMAO, don't text Danny Brown if it ain't about dough LOL, LOL, if it ain't about money, TTYL [Verse 2:] Nigga hit me on the Sidekick saying he gone shoot me Sounding like a real groupie He a bitch with a heater like Lara Croft He gone get his ass wet like Noah's Ark Got the chopper, won't hesitate to squeeze Get his ass cut like a whopper with cheese Give his ass some beats [?] MPs Now he's in the ER hooked to IVs Doc saying that it's over When I watched G.I. Joe, I used to root for Kobra Used to watch Scarface and root for Sosa [?] back the tears every time that movie's over To me, that's the perfect endin' All my niggas sinning for them rims, they be spinnin' And did I mention that jails to us like after school detention? So revolvers, we spin them Text a nigga like, "Come through, end him" [Hook:] Niggas hit the text, say it's light on the scale I text back LOL Another nigga trippin', said he middleman as hell I text back LOL SMH, LMAO, don't text Danny Brown if it ain't about dough LOL, LOL, if it ain't about money, TTYL