Lyrical Breakdown of Rude - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rude" 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 "Rude" 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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I'm so rude Drop nothing but loose screws Forgies It's Guwop Drumma Boy Brick Squad Say I'm rude It's Guwop (Bridge) Bitches tell me that I'm being rude Baby tell me how I'm being rude I only talk to bad bitches, that's how I do (I got money bitch) That's how I feel... () I don't talk to broke niggas, I'm so rude I don't talk to ugly bitches, I'm so rude Got this loud it's down my zone, I know I'm rude And my car just painted loud, I know it's rude I don't talk to broke ass bitches, I'm so rude I don't talk to monkey niggas, I'm too rude I don't drive no old schools, new schools And I'm pullin my new schools on tennis shoes Forgies () Bitches say I'm rude, yet in the worst way I went and bought yo ass a drink hoe on yo birthday This H ain't Hilfiger, bitch this H stand for Hermes You lay down with these dogs cuz hoes they'll give you herpes These bitches passin pussy out, I say no thank you Like my lil brother Nate, I hear that he is Nathaniel Codeine so thick, this shit look just like it's Jack Daniels I'm not no liquor drinker, I prefer champagne Call me the black Hugh Hefner right in East Atlanta Niggas handcuffin hoes and don't redeem around Five hoes went Gucci Gucci leading by example So inflicted, my emcee I'm back, I love to gamble () I don't talk to broke niggas, I'm so rude I don't talk to ugly bitches, I'm so rude Got this loud it's down my zone, I know I'm rude And my car just painted loud, I know it's rude I don't talk to broke ass bitches, I'm so rude I don't talk to monkey niggas, I'm too rude I don't drive no old schools, new schools And I'm pullin my new schools on tennis shoes Forgies () I'm so rude, I'm so motherfuckin rude If you had this check then you would be rude too I don't have to talk to you, don't want to talk to you Ain't no need to talk to you, no need to talk to you Go get some motherfuckin money - what you ought to do No after thoughts cuz baby I no longer thought of you Say she's a soccer mom, I guess she tricked some college dude And it ain't bout him man, it's all bout his wallet do She tryin to fight it, bet my money I overpower you Bitch don't deny it, you know you like the way that bottles move My Georgia City, our city crawled down like Oprama do I'm not no bubble boobies, that's that shit that stuff this do It's Gucci () I don't talk to broke niggas, I'm so rude I don't talk to ugly bitches, I'm so rude Got this loud it's down my zone, I know I'm rude And my car just painted loud, I know it's rude I don't talk to broke ass bitches, I'm so rude I don't talk to monkey niggas, I'm too rude I don't drive no old schools, new schools And I'm pullin my new schools on tennis shoes Forgies