Lyrical Breakdown of F*Ckin' Wit' D - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F*Ckin' Wit' D" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DMX weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "F*Ckin' Wit' D" 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 DMX 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 DMX's narrative.

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It looks like there's a lot of motherfuckers Here who don't give a fuck, man Ayo, how many of y'all motherfuckers don't give a fuck? (Yeah!) How many of y'all really don't give a fuck? (Yeah!) Come on! For sure, a lot of niggas mind (What?) fuckin' with me I know somebody has told you about fuckin' with D Stuck in a tree is what you would be like a cat I'm a dog at the bottom, lookin' up (Yo, what's that?) Your worst nightmare 'cause I take it right there You got niggas comin' where they at, right? (Where?) I make 'em like "Yeah" (Yeah) floatin' away When you tell me you was thinkin' somebody opened the way But he broke in a way, you know he hurt before he died And you wonder if he lost his shirt before he died Only two knew the answer and one of us is dead If anyone has seen the truth, get straight to the head And you and him can discuss what I did Yeah, it was wrong, dog, but I stood I'ma pay one day, just not right now You can hear my shit all in this piece, it's kinda hot right now I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas 'Cause y'all ain't killin' nothin' I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas 'Cause y'all ain't killin' nothin' I wanna break bread with the cats that I starved with Wanna hit the mall with the same dog I fought with To be able to laugh with the niggas that I cry with But it's only me like these are the niggas that I die with What do you do when you find out in the hall it's a rat? What do you do when you find out that your dog is a cat? Shit, all niggas pack, you can't hold for two While you gettin' more gats, I'm puttin' holes in you 'Cause God knows you through, break 'em off real proper And I ain't gon' stop her Cock her, unlock her, let her go Give it to his man (What?) just to let him know (What?) All big and shit, it was real for a minute He got more results and tried to steal somethin' with it Now feel somethin' in it, your chest that is The best that is, used to be the best that's lit, so test that, kid I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas 'Cause y'all ain't killin' nothin' I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas 'Cause y'all ain't killin' nothin' I see we got a few cocksuckers in the audience There's always a few cocksuckers You know, you know Dickridin' motherfuckers