Lyrical Breakdown of Evil Twin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah, trying to figure out the difference But I think I think the lines are starting to get blurred I'm in a strange place I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grimming every stranger in the place while I gaze into space 'Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face I need a change of pace 'cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em 'Cause that's where most of my anger is baste Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes I'm frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles sucka Duck, crawl out the back, it's a bar fight Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools Flying through the air and bottles breaking, mirrors also And I ain't stopping till the swear jar's full "You done called every woman a slut" "But you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin!) Oh, my bad... Slut And next time I show to in court I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit Judge be like "That's sharp, how much did that motherfucker cost you?" "Smart-ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you" "And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker" "You're so fucking gravy, Marshall I should start calling you au jus" "Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo" Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you I believe people can change, but only for the worse I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'Cause they can't even spin back the curse words Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker (Rape your mother, kill your parents) And these kids are like parrots, they run Around the house just like terrorists Screaming, "fuck, shit, fuck" adult with a childish-like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was like, merits Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearing From thr first album even the gals were like "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this and opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches To make sure I keep up with my competition Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines Where I'm at And the way I feel now, feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies There's darkness closing in, there it goes again It controls my pen, but that ain't me, it's my evil twin But he's just a friend, who pops up now and again So don't blame me, just blame him, it's my evil twin Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time So who's left, Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever Get the Cloriseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's, feel like I'm burning to death but I'm freezing Bed ridden and destined never to leave the Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heath-uh- Ledger, my suicide notes, barely legible read the Bottom, it's signed by the Joker, Lorena said I never can leave her She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit, bitch! Give up my dick for pussy? I'd be Jerry Mathers, I ever left it to Beaver Get them titties cut off trying to mess with a cleaver Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden, it was definitely my Destiny when on the steps, I met DeShaun At Osborn, I'd never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors Flip burgers and wash dishes, while I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em They were sleeping, I made 'em stop snorin' Made them break out the popcorn Now I've been hip-hop in it's tip-top form Since N.W.A was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn Screaming "Fuck the police" like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear Like I dropped corn Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an Evil Twin, so who the fuck do you think that third and that fourth spot's for? And crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants a plain Eminem? But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that (evil grin) (Evil twin) please come in, what was your name again? Hi! Faggot Look who's back with a crab up his ass Like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there Peace to Whitney, jeez, just hit me That I should call the Looney Police to come get me 'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth, I wish someone finally admit me To a mental hospital with Britney Oh! LMFAO Oh, no way, Jo- Se Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no Hooray, I'm off the like Casey Anthony, hey ho Hey-ho! I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray", no I'm hollering you got bottom-end like an 8-0- 8 and I 'base' whether we're fucking off that instead of your face, so Let your low end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancing or bowling? You trying to hold hands with your homie? What, you think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely? Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize 'Cause we are the same, bitch