Lyrical Breakdown of Just Don't Give A Fuck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Just Don't Give A Fuck" 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 "Just Don't Give A Fuck" 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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Woah, uh get your hands in the air And get to clapping 'em and, like, back and forth Because this is what you thought it wasn't It be's the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G And check out my man, he goes by the name of um, er... Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm an M-80, you little like that Kim lady I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin' at you playas worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic "Hi, Marshall!" I have a disease, and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet 'Cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm coming out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin You getting knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The proof is in the pudding, just ask DeShaun Holton I'll slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming "Fuck the world" like Tupac I just don't give a fuck Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuck So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuck But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed 'Cause I just don't give a fuck I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone I'm everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's 20 below freezin' Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion Pathological liar, blowing shit out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking trash can With more holes than an afghan So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming "Fuck the world" like Tupac I just don't give a fuck Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuck So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuck But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed 'Cause I just don't give a fuck Somebody let me out this limousine! I'm a caged demon On stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend Shooting up while this record is spinnin' Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion Fuck droppin' a jewel, I'm flippin' a sacred treasure I'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of nagging bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in 8th grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke, I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again I'm going up over the curb, driving on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming "Fuck the world" like Tupac I just don't give a fuck Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuck So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuck But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed 'Cause I just don't give a fuck Shit, fuck everybody! Outsidaz Pacewon Young Zee Fuck the entire world!