Lyrical Breakdown of Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Doechii weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Shit" 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 Doechii employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Mario)
I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one
See my hair to my ass, keep it done
Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun
I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum
I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)
See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)
Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)
I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum
I'm the shit
Nigga turn to bits when he do it on the tip (uh)
Go a hunnit rounds and he wanna call it quits (uh)
Never hear a sound but he gobble on my tits, uh
I let it sit, uh
I swallow kids maybe I should be a babysitter (baby, baby, baby)
The way he chew it, I could probably be his TV dinner (TV, TV, TV)
And with his body, it belong inside a colosseum (calo', calo', calo')
I'm not gon' call him just because he say, "It's time to see ya"
I'm the shit
Hoes talking down, lookin' up to my clit
Go take it down to my shoes to my wrist
Bet you on a list if you rich as a bitch, uh
If you the shit, uh
I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)
See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)
Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)
I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum
I'm legit, I got that good to make it back and make it flip
Hop it, whip it, brrrt, stick it, bring it back and make a brick
If it's digits, I'm deep in it, spin it fast and take a trip
'Cause I'm the shit, uh, 'cause I'm legit, uh
And then I, brrt, stick it, hop 'em, lick it
And then I, brrt, stick it, leave 'em, dip it
And then I, brrt, stick it, hop 'em, lick it
And then I, brrt, stick it, leave 'em, dip it
I feel like Cher, gems on my ass and my nails to my hair
Club going up 'til the sun in the air
Said he wanna hunch but I forgot the Nair, uh
Feel like bear, uh
I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, I'm the one (flip, flip)
See my hair to my ass, keep it done (whip, whip)
Got my nigga bustin' like a Tommy gun (dip, dip)
I'm the shit, I'm the, uh, and you a bum
Got a nigga new draws (uh, uh, uh)
Give that nigga blue balls (uh, uh, uh)
Make a nigga sing songs (uh, uh, uh)
Call that nigga DuVall (uh, uh, uh)
Gon' and drop it to the floor and make it (uh, uh, uh)
Gon' and get ya eagle on and shake it (uh, uh, uh)
If that nigga hella broke, I make him (uh, uh, uh)
Gon' and get that money back and bring it (uh, uh)
I'm the shit
I'm the shit
I'm the shit
I'm the shit