Lyrical Breakdown of Sh*tt*n Onum - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sh*tt*n Onum" 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 "Sh*tt*n Onum" 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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Hot damn! Hot, hot, stankin hot A steerin wheel charm 'bout the size of a dinner plate Too many VVS, and when you see you got to say ("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!") Is your lights on? (Yeah) Iced on (Yeah) Diamonds on my chest my name right on my wrist my fist it be like ("Gawwwwd damn!") All the hoes sayin ("Sheeeeeeit!") Then the niggaz be like diamonds on the chest thick Wrist, arm, fist, man, Gucci Mane, LaFlare, he the shit Gucci Mane in the party, bump whoa Kemosabe So sick with the words think I need chemotherapy No simpleton, but this beat, it's a sicken them Gucci Mane the maestro but you should take a whiff of it Halloween down to chain, hoes wanna trick or treat Brother trick it off, 'fore I take yo' bitch out to eat Buyin chain so foolish, girl I spent a hundred G's I can trick my brightland then, and, get a hundred G's Hundred G's ain't nothin to me, I need least two thousand ki's Where are those two thousand pizzas it been dry out here a week Laugh not for the kid dawg, twenty thousand for a fee Ten cars, got a fleet, I done rolled and everything Too many VVS, and when you see you got to say ("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!") Is your lights on? (Yeah) Iced on (Yeah) Diamonds on my chest my name right on my wrist my fist it be like ("Gawwwwd damn!") All the hoes sayin ("Sheeeeeeit!") Then the niggaz be like diamonds on the chest thick Wrist, arm, fist, man, Gucci Mane, LaFlare, he the shit See the second verse better so get your air freshener Wanna be like Gucci? Little buddy eat your vegetables I'm on another level, I'm Gucci Boosay Gucci boots were purchased 'fore they came out schedule Thirty-five thou' just to come to your house say happy birthday, ate cake and bounced out Now Gucci is a drought, whereabout, not in this house Pills pills powder traphouse like a drug sto' Never too much, I'm the shit, like the commode Toilet stool breath ass girl, you need to back up Shawty so fine she need to slow it up, slow it up Shawty showin legs but she still ain't seen enough Too many VVS, and when you see you got to say ("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!") Is your lights on? (Yeah) Iced on (Yeah) Diamonds on my chest my name right on my wrist my fist it be like ("Gawwwwd damn!") All the hoes sayin ("Sheeeeeeit!") Then the niggaz be like diamonds on the chest thick Wrist, arm, fist, man, Gucci Mane, LaFlare, he the shit Speedy, Gucci The So Icey boys baby girl, see our diamond watches All the girls are jockin cause they know, that my diamonds poppin Floppin, flies around me, cause they know that Gucci's funky Toppin, and bossin, and save the posses for the runnin AK-47, is still, what's shakin for me So Icey squad pussy nigga, we cross the country See I'm the man, bland pussy nigga we the army We made a plan, and, and, look we formed a company So mad, told y'all that we gettin money Every day they cocky, and dirty laundry 1500, just to clean my garbage I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I'm from the projects Too many VVS, and when you see you got to say ("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!") Is your lights on? (Yeah) Iced on (Yeah) Diamonds on my chest my name right on my wrist my fist it be like ("Gawwwwd damn!") All the hoes sayin ("Sheeeeeeit!") Then the niggaz be like diamonds on the chest thick Wrist, arm, fist, man, Gucci Mane, LaFlare, he the shit ("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!") ("Gawwwwd damn! Sheeeeeeit!")