Lyrical Breakdown of Shit Can Happen - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shit Can Happen" 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 "Shit Can Happen" 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 Shit can happen Shit can happen Shit can happen Shit can happen Shit can happen Shit can happen Shit can happen Shit can happen That's right, motherfuckers, we pack, same slangin', orangutangin', wildin' out on hood raps that say I act like I'm too famous to say hi, and tell her what my name is, but really I'm still nameless You niggas don't get it yet, do you? Dilla not platinum, a flop, I still put it through you With a Luger that'll spit fire, and hit higher than a pitch-wide bitch like Mariah You think for one second since we got a deal that we won't deal with you in front of St. Andrew's still? You gay rappers better learn that, I won't stop until I see them turn back If you don't slow that roll, you packed, you gon' see these run-your-nab niggas that really need some Prozac The show that acts to others, but gay to lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother You know I'm feelin' real rowdy tonight, ready to fight, and half the niggas I give dab to I don't even like Insane cat who never gave a damn about your name, I give the fuck about it like the next L.A. Clippers game I'll kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom, you and your madam, it's really unexplainable how I have him People call themselves dreamin' about a challenge, nigga, we got a gift, why you barely makin' it off mere talent? My skills are deeply embedded, even your host said it, she was not neat, I fucked her, now she's bowlegged In the middle of rappin', I drop the mic and have her stand down and jump on the ground and start scrappin' Can I even call an artist, my nigga, we get it crackin', while the paramedics pick you up, we on the side laughin' This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh, shit can't happen to him and your ass You can't be touched, don't think you can't, cause niggas ain't fuckin' around no more, man This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh, shit can't happen to him and your ass You can't be touched, don't think you can't, cause niggas ain't fuckin' around no more, man The feds can't hold me, I hold feds, I was born with a dark-ass cloud over my head, rainin' acid You can't refrain from gettin' your ass kicked, cause you talk too much, you ask for it, I'm on some massive shit Everybody ignore me, they wouldn't fuck with me if I was performin' at an orgy These niggas get confronted, then they change stories I catch em' when they thinkin' everything's hunky-dory I even have you pour me the gasoline for me Pullin' up slowly, cocktailin' your homies You met a lot of niggas which you wouldn't wanna know me Your ass might not even make it home with your rollie Don't even try, in your system like eagle-eye, tryin' to beef with me Nigga, please, your people die I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally I survived the abortion immediately Surprise! Picture me sittin' in a jail cell rottin', barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns When the cops come knockin', each hand's got one Ready to dump slugs, heavy as shot putts One-man army, guns can't harm me Youngin' on me, worse than my Uncle Ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me, I can't stop airin' out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flip, that sense of shit Your friends just flipped over the swift bendin' shit Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite, I been givin' it a hundred and ten percent That's when I spent most of my energy spent on enemies Eighty percent of what I invent is innocent Twenty percent is from bein' hungry or sin Ten's because I love bein' under your skin Yeah, shit can happen, so stick to rappin' Quit the yappin', or I'ma lift the mackin' That can lead to another mishap happenin' Skip the crap, get the can and whoop ass crackin' Now, this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and your ass You can be touched, don't think you can't Cause niggas ain't fuckin' around no more, man This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen to him and your ass You can be touched, don't think you can't Cause niggas ain't fuckin' around no more, man It can and it will (Nigga, nigga) Fuck around with Amityville And you die, insanity spills From the mentality of twelve motherfuckers In six different bodies with their personalities split Fucking you up with hit after hit Sticking you up with clip after clip Making you suck dick after dick Dirty motherfucking dozen The Kon Artis Motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre Swifty McVay The Kuniva Dirty father-fucking Harry Putting you down in a cemetery You get buried, you get buried All of you motherfuckers suck our motherfuckin' cocks We are not playin', we are not playin', we are not bullshittin' This is not a motherfuckin' joke All of you motherfuckers