Lyrical Breakdown of Benz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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I ride down 27 with a mixed bitch Looking like LisaRaye My bitch is in the passenger Like dracula and Carmen Hayes Who blow me like cocaine With a little propane King of the Hill I keep it real She drop that top like Rogaine So slide wit ya boy If you ain't talkin bout Benz Then i dont wanna ride with ya boy Come over here get high with ya boy Glide with ya boy Side with ya boy I do it how i wanna do it Run that pussy Carl Lewis Now she thinking she my wife Oh my god, are you stupid Talkin about all i need is love and affection But baby im a *dog barks* And i am not the type to mess with Im cruisin in that Lexus With a chick named Alexis And later in the night She gone earn herself A pearl necklace I'm that nigga countin figures Bumpin to that 69 Your bitch on that ecstasy That??? grind Drinking off of dollar signs She all on the dick And she clappin her thighs Finesse at expense With my face on her breasts And she poppin that pussy Just like a .45 Now, when i recline I'm in my zone Bitch nigga i'm fine Bruh bruh just vibe She done with her twerking Damn she tired Ride, i told ya chick lets slide In order to dive in the passenger A nigga just had to just fuck with her mind Dick and desire in her temple Now she thoughts are caught in her mental Now she wants to ride my beep Like singers ride instrumentals But i bump that little key And she told that girl to bust it Man she do it like a stripper When she lay it down and then touch it So rub it, similiar to vapor rub For your chest, make those panties Tsunami, mixed with false Viagra wet Now it's a family reunion When my mini-me is down her neck Rubbin Miagi, a curious killer That nigga that never take kindly to threats Benz Benz Bitch i got a Benz Benz Benz Bitch i got a Benz Benz Benz Bitch i got a Benz And i got them Bands So im makin Ends Bitch i got a Benz Bitch i got a Benz And i got them Bands So im making Ends Bitch i got a Benz Bitch i got a Benz And i got them Bands So you know im making Ends