Lyrical Breakdown of Shitsville - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shitsville" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Big Time Watts weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Shitsville" 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 Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Big Time Watts 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 Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Big Time Watts's narrative.
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Niggas ain't gon' shit, then get the fuck up off the toilet stool
Bent behind my tints, I commence to take these boys to school
Don't drive no yellow bus, but I got mayonnaise and mustard
Both tires gold wired on my Chevrolet bucket
And now my transmission leaking and my rear-suspension squeaking
Drop a rock off to my geeker, fix my shit, man, I'm out here creeping
Twist that shit, but I'm out here tweaking for that 20 twin twin
Kick that shit in '95 or watching Friday with my friends
Fucked your bitch in '96, hit that pussy for 6 minutes
Said the dick was everything she envisioned on each visit
Poppa kept his condoms in his bottom drawer, they for his bottom ho
I stole that shit when I was out, I wonder if my mama know
I wonder if she found the dimes and nickles in my Nike box
I wonder if she know her older brother like to light them rocks
I wonder if she able to get by if I get killed
Told her I was just knee deep in the shit, welcome to Shitsville, nigga
You wake up everyday and pray before you sleep, right?
You motherfuckers just like me
You shed tears when you hurting, if I cut you then you bleed, right?
You motherfuckers just like me
But bitch you acting like your shit don't stink
Shit's real
Bitch, you acting like your shit don't stink
This Shitsville
I said you you acting like your shit don't stink
Shit's real
Bitch, you acting like your shit don't stink
Welcome to Shitsville, nigga
Niggas ain't gon' shit, then get the fuck up-off the pizz-ot
Got O's of loud in my living room like I was Lennox
Trapped a nigga and his wife for his wallet and his wristwatch
And they say I might do life in jail for kidnap, bitch
I did not give a single solitary fuck
I stand on all ten toes, one dick and two nuts
Don't do yayo or shoot up
But I went back and forth with some work, went threw a few plugs
This white devil society dare a nigga to do drugs
And dare yo ass to deal 'em, distribute and conceal 'em
My niggas don't got no boats or no ports, how you think we get 'em?
Crack was black America's cup of coffee in the beginning
When they creep up and you waking, you crackers can fight the feeling
Motherfuck you euthanasia I'll lace your food up with razors
Make you gargle with saltwater and excuse yourself from my table
I fathered these fuck niggas with fables, pussy, I been real
Good on any street up Shit's Creek, it's Shitsville, nigga
Cheat on your girl, your wife, sneak out to fuck hoes
You motherfuckers just like me
Drink all the liquor, blow weed, probably play with your nose
You motherfuckers just like me
I said you motherfuckers just like me
I said you motherfuckers just like me
I know you motherfuckers just like me
You ain't no better, hell you just like me