Lyrical Breakdown of Guilty Conscience - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Guilty Conscience" 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 "Guilty Conscience" 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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Meet Eddie, 23 years old Fed up with life and the way things are goin' (damn, I'm goin' fuckin' insane) He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta take this shit) But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart (I can't take it no more, holmes) And suddenly (shit is mine, I gotta do this) His conscience comes into play (I gotta do this) Alright, stop (huh?) Now, before you walk in the door of this liquor store And try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin' conscience That's nonsense Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs (can I borrow this?) Tell her you need a place to stay, you'll be safe for days If you shave your legs with Renee's razor blades Yeah, but if it all goes through like it's supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it (you're right) Not over this shit, drop the biscuit (stop, I will) Don't even listen to Slim, yo, he's bad for you You know what, Dre? I don't like your attitude Come on, just come in here for a minute I don't know (look, look, look) Damn (look, it's gonna be alright, alright?) O-okay (look, give me a kiss) Meet Stan, 21 years old After meetin' a young girl at a rave party Things start gettin' hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom (pull your pants off) Once again, his conscience comes into play (come on) Now, listen to me, while you're kissin' her cheek And smearin' her lipstick, slip this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe Yo, this girl's only 15 years old You shouldn't take advantage of her, it's not fair Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? (Uh-huh) Fuck this bitch right here on the spot, bare 'Til she passes out, and she forgot how she got there Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie, "Kids"? No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail? Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail (ah, ah, ah) Here I lay (man, it feels good to be home) Meet Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker After comin' home from a hard day's work He walks in the door of his trailer park home To find his wife in bed with another man (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) (What the fuck?) uh, G-Grady! Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin' Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin' While you at work, she's with some dude tryna get off Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitch's head off Wait, what if there's an explanation for this shit? What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick? Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe he's right, Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes? What you say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?) I'ma kill you, motherfucker (uh-uh, temper, temper) Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK Comin' straight outta Compton, y'all better make way How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? 'Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that, aw, fuck it, what am I sayin'? Shoot 'em both, Grady, where's your gun at?