Lyrical Breakdown of Child's Play - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Child's Play" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ghostface Killah weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Child's Play" 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 Ghostface Killah 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 Ghostface Killah's narrative.

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Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke bottles scoring Pretty young thing loved the swings And times she got my ding-a-ling hard When she said push hard, she kept Vaseline Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back Now I'm held accountable right for my actions Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin' wallows Drawin' cards, sent her rap message through a bottle Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounced off Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys Hope the years go slow, slow Surrounded by intelligence, life through education Healthy minds will grow, grow Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin', cursin' out The cops are still coming, vibe with me Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang frontin' But you still telling lies to me Beautiful in light shows, having no intentions on love But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus', waiting for the bus The fagot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80 Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a Capricorn I really liked the girl, had dreams about her Thinking to myself some nights she got But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit Eh yo, these bitches started swinging and shit So I jumped in Those were the days, made faces in school plays Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller Stapleton bum nigga, I pop a cherry for her Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum Then engage him with them candy rings Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob I broked her chicko's sticks Guys and girls, y'all remember those days and shit Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret Next looking like baby powder You know what I mean? Those were the days right there Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy You know what I mean? You'd just come in school for half days And all that Just to see that little girl right there? In mind to this Go home and think about it, you know what I mean? May hump the bed sometimes on her, You know what I mean? Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom You know what I mean? Might get a little, go to the G.O Store or something, you know what I mean? Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something You know what I mean? A little Butter crunch joints or something You know what I mean? That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man I wanna go back to school, man That's my word, man For real y'all, those were, those were the goddamn y'all you remember