Lyrical Breakdown of Gonorrhea - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah Sound like my mic is dry Ugh, I am not a human Shout to all my moon men Yeah they call me Tune Got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine And niggas don't cross the line Niggas stay in line Like welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere Hotter than a devil, nigga hell yeah Roc-a-bye baby, homicide baby That's more tear drops, call me cry baby What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms I'm the young God, swagga un-flawed Bitch I'm in the building, you in a front yard Life's a bitch, nahh better yet a dumb broad And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I'm shittin' on 'em like 2 Girls and 1 Cup Weezy Baby aka bring the money home Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone Laugh now, die later motherfucker You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta motherfucker Yeah, call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea Man I'm so tired of ballin' I sleep a lot now I'll let my goons rush ya like Moscow Gun at ya eyebrow... pow pow Man I ball hard even with 5 fouls Yeah we in this bitch like tampons Dump you in the woods, now get ya camp on Choke hold around this shit cause I'm so hands on I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be prayin' on Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital U can join Yeah, what y'all wanna do I'm all ears Smoking on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years Bald like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears haha Yeah, call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea (uh, yeah) Pussy ass nigga I don't want your gonorrhea I aaaaamm, spending much more than I'm making on these cars And these vacations, is that too much information? I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing With a windshield full of tickets cause I live right by the station I aaaamm, tryna figure out why you so mad at me Yes I'm with Young Money tell that magazine stop asking me I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head And a flag the color red like a fucking low battery, okay Nigga peep this shit I'm wylin' on I be with your baby momma, you be with your child at home Big Moe, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam Big cheese, big bread call that shit a calzone, okay I will break your fucking collar bone Us against the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's homeee Yeah, call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea The money keep growing Yep it's growing like a chea Yeah, I call it how I see ya Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea Uh, you keep talkin' that shit I'mma see ya Kill ya senorita and and fuckin' mama mia, ughh