Lyrical Breakdown of HOT ONE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "HOT ONE" 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 "HOT ONE" 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 can make money fro- I can make money fro- I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (yeah, ho) So much drive (yeah), so-so much drive (yeah) So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath) (Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass) (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath) (Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass) I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (sofa) So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur (chauffeur) One day, I'll be big, but I know I'm gettin' closer (closer) Call me Denzel, AKA Big Ultra The wo-, the world in my hands 'cause I took it off ya shoulders (shoulders) Marni on my fit, you know I got this shit from Lower (Lower) I'm balling like Mike when you see him on the poster Like Yachty, gotta keep one in my holster, strike Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woo) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for? Ain't no beatin' me, I'm blessed in life Money, dick, and dollar signs Know you ain't gon' say it Blow your top, let's see what's on your mind Ex nigga, let him go 'cause how you broke like every time? 50 on my chest, I got like 40 on my panty-line If he said I did him dirty, sorry, but I needed mine Ain't doin' crimes, he gon' do it for me 'cause I'm super fine Aunt Jemine, cookin' bitches up, I'm eatin' every time Get on your grind, you bitches couldn't see me if you all combined Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath (yeah-yeah, huh, yeah-yeah, woo, yeah) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for? Fuck a new chain, I got a new house Oh, that's your boo thang? She need a new mouth (yeah) I flex the gold fangs, that's just my root canal Every time I get dressed, I gotta move my bowels (shit on niggas, yeah-yeah) No kizzy, ain't feelin' them niggas My bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla Walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters I flip a lil' milli', I copped me a villa Diamonds is silly, more ice than Vanilla Got on Ricky with Bottega Veneta Walk in my section, you need an umbrella Got this shit lit and we never gon' let up Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woo) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?