Lyrical Breakdown of Feed Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Feed Me" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.

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200 pounds, I grew that shit, you knew that shit, I do that shit Pulled up with a hundred pounds, bales and bricks, filthy rich All I know is grind time, nickle dime, shime time I Intercept like Prime Time, my mind gone like nine times Cory engineering, Gucci Mane steering A new European, everybody peeking It's robbing season, goons out searching Lurking, surfing, call it reimbursement Southside on the beat, Gucci on the strizzeet Let me take a lizzeak, why not drive a (?) Wow, pow, bricks right now Slip and slide, I'm gliding by But I'm so high, I just might die Flocka told me go in! Rocko told me go in! PJ told me no end, my hand, I won't throw in! Gamble with the Joker and end up in a shoot out Wooh, he on the lookout, Juice Man, throwing cookouts I'm in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole They're screaming feed me, feed me, feed me! And when the club over, with them monsters we make scary movies girls be Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! I'm in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole They're screaming feed me, feed me, feed me! And when the club over, with them monsters we make scary movies girls be Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! In the strip club shawty throwing up the racks Gucci got my back, 50 stacks in the back Mean mugging, shawty, I ain't worried 'bout that Brick Squad Monopoly, we a wolf pack Rolling in my zone, baby make the bootie clap! Slapped her on the booty like I'm trying to hit that How much it cost cause I charge a stack Bottles in the air, hell yeah, I'm stoned! Leaning left to right, double cup styrofoam I'm throwing racks, just stacks on stacks Never been a (?) only shop at Sacks Drinking Remy by the fifth They say Waka Flocka got a gift Six speeds, I just shift Every blunt of loud, I lift up I'm higher than a motherfucker, think I might fall Bad bitches always calling me LeBron Flocka James, I ball, my G Chuck up the P if you fuck with me Monsters on the pole screaming "Throw that cash!" Shut the fuck up, bitch, clap that ass White fans scream "Waka Flocka, you rad!" Always catch me with a fucking red rag I'm in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole They're screaming feed me, feed me, feed me! And when the club over, with them monsters we make scary movies girls be Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! I'm in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole They're screaming feed me, feed me, feed me! And when the club over, with them monsters we make scary movies girls be Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! I got em like "I... Love this nigga" Two hoes climbing on the pole, screaming out loud "I love this nigga!" I'm in (?), Rendezvous Seen the same girls that work in Perfections They say they came straight here from Magic City So you don't got to teach them no lessons Girl's ass shaking when my song's on You would swear that girl was dancing to the thong song Put down those pom poms Oriental, I think she's from Hong Kong In the club full of ho zombies, screaming out "Feed me!" But I just got this stacks girl, it ain't gon' be that easy Four girls leaving, they coming All girls fucking, they coming Just like Gucci said, I left a hundred dollars on the dresser Just to show the bitch it ain't nothing If you think you coming home with me, you're fucking You got much potential, I turn you into something Get in my V, my music, I'm bumping Heard you steady talking, but I ain't hear nothing I'm in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole They're screaming feed me, feed me, feed me! And when the club over, with them monsters we make scary movies girls be Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! I'm in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole They're screaming feed me, feed me, feed me! And when the club over, with them monsters we make scary movies girls be Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming!