Lyrical Breakdown of I'll Be Damned - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'll Be Damned" 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 "I'll Be Damned" 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, this is DJ Sippin' Deuce
Live at Club Brickin'
All the girls up under here, get it freaky
G-Unit in the house, what up baby
Performin' live tonight, live on stage
Captain Save Em' Ho
In the fabulous case, y'all
Check em' out, y'all
All my Detroit players, let's go
I ain't suckin' stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to fuckin' maybe get some brain
Got a woman at the crib, so I ain't your man
I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn
You know all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money-hungry wanna set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid, you a question mark
I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn
You can't play
Yes, I love Minaj, J-Twice
And I got drawers as big as God's bitch
I'm a trick daddy nigga
So bitch, how you figure
That I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit you
I probably could forget you if I hadn't been drunk
But your badonk-a-donk keep my mind on hump
When my mind's on hump, that mean my nine's in the trunk
And the nine got a line for every bond
Bitch, I hunt not once, twice
But three times the lover that your man is
And I'm a freak undercover
I got plans for your trick
I don't need a baby mother
I got body motherfuckers tryna smother me already
We can't go steady, but you can give me head
Give me gap, get the hell out my bed
And leave the shed
My chapped lips will cut nipples when breastfed
And on the way out, leave a prayer with Achmed
I'd love for you to stay, but I got another date
With a fat chick that eat cake on playscapes
She rub my funky ass, peep and feed me grapes
Pussed my man in the closet, ran out of videotape
I ain't suckin' stroke, then I ain't for games
I just came to fuckin' maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib, so I ain't your man
I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn
Boy, all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money hunger wanna set me up
And if you kick him, that's cool
But you a pressure ball
I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn
And I'ma make this one thing clear
Ain't no woman here gon' ruin my career
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream
That's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems
All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber?
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court
For my mother or my wife and my sister
So motherfuck a mistress
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this
Never will a woman take me out that way
I keep a RCA camera in her motherfuckin' face
I ain't suckin' stroke, then I ain't for games
I just came to fuckin' maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib, so I ain't your man
I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn
Boy, all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money hunger wanna set me up
And if you kick him, that's cool
But you a pressure ball
I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn
What's your name again?
It doesn't matter
My name is Bizzy, I body guard for Mr. Mathers
Sit down, girl, let me get you a drink
I'ma buy you a mink and rape you on the sink
From day one, I knew you was a ho
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some more
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass
Put on the Jason mask while I take off your maxi
These hoes be on some bullshit
Always tryna pull shit outta they ass
Get mad and put you on blast
Tell the bitches how she fucked you, sucked you, put it on you, boned you
Yappin' off at the mouth sayin' she love you
All of your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits
Then she starts callin' your chick, wantin' to fight
Every time you show up at a gig, she front rollin' her friends
Flippin' you off, follow you to the bar, the bathroom, the parking lot, to the car
Pissin' you off until you black out
Now you and the hoes havin' a scrap out
You get locked up for assault and now you assed out
I ain't shovin' stuff and I ain't for games
I just came to fuckin' maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn
You know all I really wanna do is fuck
I ain't gon' let a money hungry wanna set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you a question
I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn
I'll be damn, I'll be damn