Lyrical Breakdown of Parents - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Parents" 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 "Parents" 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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Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit And then you realize that life is a bitch With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks And you got no money so you can't feed the jit Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit And then you realize that life is a bitch Got no education so you got to be the chick That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent Pity, pity, pity, first you showing off them titties Letting niggas lick the clittie to a flower or some witty comment Witty, now you shitty with those saggy tig ol' bitties And a flabby old ass, trying to look like Ms. Nicky Picky, cause I say you look like Ms. Piggy It's a damn shame that we the same pigment First you act like Bobby, now you look like Whitney If a nigga know the then please say it with me Nigga, nigga, nigga, let a nigga level with you How the hell you gon' be broke and always be the bigger spender? Stories sweeter than the splenda thrown inside the blender So you wanna get crunk while you mix it with the liquor Nigga, people like you, I don't get ya Claimin' you a baller but your momma living with ya Better look inside the picture, cause you ain't getting richer Now it's hard to see his son cause his momma took him with her Let 'em do whatever, it's whatever Now you never from the streets To the clubs, to the guns, to the cheader 'Til you get a phone call, e-mail, or a letter that your jit locked up Or he dead on the stretcher? Better Parenting is the main pressure Your daughter got kissed but wasn't taught about pleasure Your kids are the treasure, the love you couldn't measure Will end up in the hole if you don't get it together