Lyrical Breakdown of She's The One (feat. Royce Da 5'9") - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "She's The One (feat. Royce Da 5'9")" 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 "She's The One (feat. Royce Da 5'9")" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Asshole
For any nigga with guns, we got guns too
More heated and ready to outgun you
It's too late, I done already outdone you
Viewers around and you know the outcome too
Let's play, let me show you what game is
Heartbreak, I'm showing you what pain is
Please, I'm rappin' the D, homeboy
Where your guns, you steppin' to me, homeboy
Boys, 5-9's the name, niggas know
And niggas know, dealin' with me, niggas know
Ayo, toots, how you get here, you wanna ride?
I got a 5, it's outside, you wanna drive?
Psych, I ain't got no 5 to go, nigga
You want a sugar, daddy, go get you a old nigga
I got money, I'm just here to bug you, girl
You can't get none, but you know I love you, girl
Yo, she the one that wanna ride high flips, huh?
Same one that ain't really got shit, huh?
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Chanel, huh?
She the one that ain't really got shit, huh?
A lil' bitch who ain't really got tits, huh?
Fuckin' slug with a chest and hands
A pity dance with a penny for her breast implants, huh?
Anybody with knives, we got knives too
More sharpened and ready to out-slice you
About 5 boots deep, who outside you?
I wanna see insides comin' outside you
Get me drunk and I'll drink anything you can think
What up, miss bitch?
Yo, what's up with the ring? You married?
Shit, nah, I'm still minglin', bitch
I just wanted this ring, it's the only finger it fit
What up with you, you married?
Nah, I'm divorced
Of course you are, you little fuckin' trailer parkour
Trailer? I don't live in no trailer
I live in the mobilization unit for your information
Bitch, I got dick, wanna fuck?
Hold still, squatter his birth control pill, slut
Fuck, pump so much cum in your stomach
That when I pull out, a year-and-a-half-old
Potty-strained baby falls out
And I ain't stayin' to pay no child support
Are you playin'?
Be a man, bitch, what you sayin'?
You tryin' to pull some bullshit
While I got one arm free?
You want me to make this half Nelson a fool?
Yo, she the one that wanna ride high flips, huh?
Same one that ain't really got shit, huh?
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave. just to shop for Chanel, huh?
She the one that ain't really got shit, huh?
A little bitch who ain't really got tits, huh?
A fuckin' slut with a chest and hair
It's a pity dance, it's a pity for her breast implants, huh?
What up, boo? This is for you and your girlfriend
You bankhead, up in Detroit, we Earl Flynn
Assholes could get guns and flash those
Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those
Hi, my name is Royce, I'm the king
Give me money, give me jewels, everything
Ayo, you with the long hair, is it yours?
I guess so, got a receipt, it's paid for
Got any more lipstick? I'm sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head
I know you ghetto, I ain't tryna take the ghetto out
There's things about you to tell about, mellow out
I'm the one that be makin' the club say, what?
Gettin' love and makin' the club say, what?
Some of you cats hate on the low and got sick
Any songs that's not hits, it's not this
Yo, she the one that wanna ride high flips, huh?
Same one that ain't really got shit, huh?
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave. just to shop for Chanel, huh?
She the one that ain't really got shit, huh?
A lil' bitch who ain't really got tits, huh?
A fuckin' slut with a chest of hairs
A titty dance with a penny, so I'm pressed in place