Lyrical Breakdown of Shouldn't Of - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shouldn't Of" 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 "Shouldn't Of" 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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Chad! Oh shit Drunk as fuck, high as shit, bitch suck my dick You ain't never seen a long dick I said a long dick I said a long dick, bitch You gone learn today, you gone learn today Pull it out and spray all on ya lingerie Call it a cum grenade, rub it on yo tummy (Shouldn't of never gave ya black ass some money!) Now I'm stomping all on yo couches Standing all on your tables Ripping open your bitch blouses Got my tongue all up in her navel The baddest mufucka 'round Hold my drink bitch I said bitch I'm Danny Brown Let me get on my pimp shit I'm sniffing Adderall off your China (China) Shoes on in your living room Got my elbows on ya table Left Swisher guts in yo dining room I'm all up in your kitchen Lips on the orange juice bottle I done popped me an ecstasy pill So you know I'm tryna get higher Shouldn't of gave this nigga nothing Shouldn't of gave my black ass nothing, dog Remember when I was struggling? Caught the bus cause I was hustling Used to stack up to go to Hudsons Hid the work from my older cousin Hit my shit like it wasn't nothing Knew I wouldn't fight him so said fuck it My pockets on dummy They say I'm acting funny Shouldn't of never gave my black ass no money They say I'm acting funny Shouldn't of never gave my black ass no money Now I'm blowing on the best kush Shit be fucking my lungs up Two packs of Newports a day And I used to just buy loosies tho Hos all on my dick Them hos ain't wanna fuck before But still I fucked them bitches But I just never call no more I'm all up in yo liquor cabinet Drinking whatever up in the bitch Took too many pills Now I'm throwing up in yo toilet I'm like aww shit I'm in the house of hip hop With my motherfuckin' feet on the table Ran the phone bill up on the phone sex line And I even ordered porn on the cable Give a nigga from my hood a thousand He'll treat it like a 100 thousand, nigga Public assistance housing Mice all up in yo closet Keeping it G ain't bout where you from It's about where you gone be 'Cause ain't shit sweet when you living on the street And there's roaches crawling on your cheek My pockets on dummy They say I'm acting funny Shouldn't of never gave my black ass no money Acting funny Shouldn't of never gave my black ass no money