Lyrical Breakdown of These Drugs - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "These Drugs" 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 "These Drugs" 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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It was like, whoa, and then the fucking room started spinning and shit, and my friend came
in, he was like, yo, yo, M, M, you put that shit up your nose again?
And I was like, no, and I like, everything was just spinning, I couldn't even see, and
like, he started to look like a monster and shit, and then I just started laughing, poop
all over the fucking floor, it's crazy
My music is therapeutic, for whoever's there to use it, it's like, Lucifer's here to influence
listeners through it, you probably do what it's said to do just from listening to it
it's got the power to get you to do it, so when this shit comes on, I wanna see some
shit jump off, some bitch get slapped, some motherfucking kid get stomped, so get this
song, go run out and buy this disc, and try this shit, as much coke as I just did, cause
times like these, got me doing lines like these, plus I grab a pencil every time that
I like weed, it's probably because of the drugs, Shady does what he does, and it's what
it is, I'm busy, busy visiting these kids, hey Stephanie, let's take some ecstasy, now
put your pants down, bitch, it has sex with the dog next to me, till I'm dead, I'm taking
blunts to the head, needles in my broken leg, listen to Grateful Dead, these mescalines
got me sure, that I could fuck any whore with genital warts on the warped tour, who slipped
it down her my snapple, clutching out interscope, bizarre, you're signed to catheter, fuck it
I was born with half a brain, sniffing canes, at celebrity basketball games, you motherfuckers
think I'm a gimmick, cause I got a cash money tattoo and row with no limit, the last time
I sniffed a blow, I ended up in Denver, Colorado at a Iggy Pop show, bizarre, be smoking a
half a pound, fucking the engineer's wife while he's mixing my song down, he's like
back when I first went on tour, I like, went crazy, I was like, out of control
just was fucking wasted every night, like, cause I'm waking up the next morning, like
well, where the fuck am I at, what the fuck is going on, you know what I'm saying, I was just
like, out of control, Benadryl got me sniffing in a mannequin, eight years old, swallowing
anisine, standing over my banister, laughing with a chromed out caliber, the weed that I'm
selling is black, like the back of a tarantula, I keep a substantial amount of aspirins in my
acura, smashing it, after framing a nigga with smack and dust, I'm scandalous, drugs been ran
from us, cracking capsules to expand our blunts, I roll it up and take the pressure to the head
now I'm looking like an extra on night of the living dead, until they find me on a stretcher
I'm quick to sample anything, bitch, you gotta test her, this cranker had me blowing up banks
like Uncle Fester, what's the lie, you admit that I'm a fiend, pop beans, kaleem's, along
with amphetamines, ghetto kings, medellin with the smell of greens, got a jello spleen
and see yellow rings, blue pills, and purple mushrooms, hey little girl, you got a curfew
don't you, missing since yesterday, perfect chess, hooray, see him on judgment day
none from special K, two types of X and vitamin C, swallow Hennessy along with Tylenol 3
grinding the teeth with the signs of the E, I lost six days at a time in a week, the crime in
the street, hold your parents for ransom, YD12 gang rape Marilyn Manson, in 12 hours we blow a
pile to the chronic, barf in my stomach line and drown in my vomit, cause I like, I always tell
people, you know what I'm saying, like, you got an addiction, don't admit it to nobody
you know what I'm saying, keep that shit to yourself, because if anybody sees that
you know what I'm saying, when you're out in the public eye and shit, they're always gonna
think that you're on that shit, even if you're not, that's why I always tell my friends
you know what I'm saying, but, I mean, like for me, I don't give a fuck, I probably end up
dying from this shit one day, probably pick up a newspaper in the morning, and it's like Eminem
dies from drug overdose, you know what I'm saying, and my friends, they ain't no fucking better
you know what I'm saying, they ain't nothing but influencers, bad influencers to me, so
it's peer pressure, this shit is like all peer pressure, that's what it boils down to
and, I give in to it, so do they