Lyrical Breakdown of Baby - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Baby" 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 "Baby" 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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One thousand different houses and Munchausen I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one "Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?" Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this" Now get your ass back in that game, bitch Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor I everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fighting for So you fight, scratch, you claw Backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls like they're gargantuan And ask yourself how fuckin' bad you want it Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass and flash it on em' Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet No one's more ignorant then you fuckin' four in the mornin' You're at the laboratory, stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important Emcees, you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain? And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished, bitch, I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled little baby, but Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words? An erratic train of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back but don't rap the same (yeah) And you're lookin' way thinner 'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger though Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat When you say you're a (chika) what? (Chika) G.O.A.T. Now fling that bitch from your fingertips Hope it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of shit Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit Yo, who's king of this fuckin' English lit'? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand, while extending the shit How low can you go? Lower then Chuck D, ho Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where my Adrian's? Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap Not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom I'd never be the same after, now I'm back with an appe' 'Tite for destruction and a fuckin' recipe for disaster So let's eat 'cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly one Evilest bastard, even you asking for me to be po- Lite to people's like me having my teeth pulled Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like An inside of an engine while I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded that if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper you'll be the first one who finds him offensive Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes, edumacator (they are) Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretchedness is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with metham' 'Phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer And pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan I need meds, swear to God, 'cause If I go off the edge T.I. ain't talkin' me off a ledge, man Heart throb that'll fart, ah, nah More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob' 'Ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Walmart walls Little baby with large balls Fuck mud slingin', I'm blood flingin' There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein' the King of the playground, I hate the swings but I love bein' an underdog 'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (ah) Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya