Lyrical Breakdown of Drips - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Obie, yo I'm sick Damn, you straight, dog? That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk Pussy residue was on my penis Denise from the cleaners fucked me good, you shoulda seen us Big booty bitch, switch unbearable French role stylin', body like a stallion Sizin' up the figure, while my shit gettin' bigger Debatin' on to fuck her, do I wanna be her nigga? Caressin' this bitch, plus I'm checkin' out them tits Sippin' on that fine shit I ain't used to buyin' I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory Like takin' hoes' money, but that's another story For surely your pussy on toast, after we toast Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock In that spot hotter than the hottest block "Don't stop!" – response I got when I was knockin' it Clocks steady tickin', kinky finger lickin' And carryin' on, semen at my tip when she moans I gotta slow down before I cum soon And work that nigga like a slave owner When I dropped off my outfit she knew I wanted to bone her She foamin' at the lips, the ones between the hips Pubic hair's lookin' like some sour cream dip Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks We in the final stretch, the last part of sex I bust a fat-ass nut, then I woke up next Like, what the fuck is goin' on here? This bitch evaporated Pussy and all just picked up and vacated And now I'm frustrated, 'cause my dick was unprotected And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that shit – fuck! That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin' Someone better get this bitch 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on Beggin' me to throw her off the steps on this porch My only weapon is force And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort But what's she shovin' me for? Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door? Man, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this whore What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce She's havin' another baby in a month and it's yours And you found it isn't, 'cause this bitch has been visitin' Someone else and suckin' his dick and Kissin' you on the lips when you get back to Michigan Now the plot is thickenin' worse 'Cause you feel like you've been Stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they told you this shit, you've been holdin' your dick So you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you're in it Then the doctor comes out, lookin' like Dennis the Menace And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that ho When you see her, you gonna bend her fuckin' neck back, yo 'Cause you love her, you never woulda expect that blow Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low? Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the cleaner's Bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's penis She's so deceivin', shit, this ho's a genius, she geed us That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time I'm busy Yeah, fuck these bitches! Fuck 'em all! Get money, Shady Records Ha, whoa! Obie Trice! Eminem, motherfucker! New millennium shit, yeah Turn this shit off, turn this shit the fuck off!