Lyrical Breakdown of Duck Duck Goose - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joyner Lucas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Duck Duck Goose" 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 Joyner Lucas 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 Joyner Lucas's narrative.

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Hey, fuck these niggas talking 'bout, bitch (oh) Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail Well, nigga, I'm poppin' out, bitch Hittin' my stands, I still got your hoe on my pants Like a pocket dial, bitch (oh, oh, oh) Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van I'm hoppin' out, bitch It done got a nigga started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch Bring smoke to you niggas, no mouth, bitch Fuck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch It's the type of shit that make a nigga hide behind a heater Type of shit that make a nigga aim the choppa at the Beamer Used to be the underdog, now I'm rockin' out arenas Everything I touch is water And I got it by the litter (oh, oh) This is not the Aquafina, that's PH3 Tell your offsprings, I'm D-A-D (boom, boom) And you bitch say I'm her B-A-E And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D She know I'ma kill that C-A-T (hey) Bandana tied like B-A-C (hey) I don't even get high off T-H-C I got a natural vibe, A-D-H-D I've been B-A-D since I was like two (facts) Nigga, I'm the truth I put my life on it, I'll die in the booth (ayy) Couldn't touch me with a fly masseuse Street nigga but I still look fly in a suit (fly in a suit) I'm the guy on the roof I'm not gangbanger, they lyin' to you I'm actually the guy that they hire to shoot (Bah, bah, yeah) I've been dyin' to shoot I don't like rules, I'm tired of rules A president, yeah, that's how I introduce Make one phone call, I'm flyin' the troops (yeah) This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (yeah) Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (duck) Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (duck) And I ain't wanna do it, but that's what they ask for Niggas ask for so much that I had to act poor And I might just sleep on the Maybach floor I got a safe big enough to put a fuckin' backdoor (oh, oh, oh) I got a Wraith big enough to put a fuckin' (rAV4?) Way before I had a Lambo I used to push rad Ford (oh, oh, oh) Record labels had my demo They would push it fast forward Now I make so much money That I'm startin' to act bored (oh) This shit get way too real, my nigga You gon' fuck around and make me go to jail my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) Shit I figured I'd do what I feel, my nigga Joyner Lucas ain't got no chill, my nigga(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Atlanta got me back when I was starvin' I was doin' anything to get them niggas to put up the mills, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) Once them niggas set me free I became the biggest independent artist in the motherfuckin' world My nigga (oh, oh) I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs I put a sign on your chain that say, "Please, rob" (please, rob) Just a beehive, to beat me you need a mob or you need God Might need King Kong and a tree top Couldn't even picture with a screenshot (with a screenshot) If Eve gave me the apple, I'd be Steve Jobs Don't give me advice, go read on Wikipedia, huh Swervin' on ice till I fuck the medium, huh Speedin' on 'em, I ain't talking 'bout a speedier, huh Ball on the mic', talking 'bout leukemia, huh I caught a body, hopped out of the booth (yeah) This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (yeah) Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (duck) Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (Nigga, I'm the goose) Hol' up Fuck these niggas talking 'bout, bitch (oh) Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail, well, nigga I'm poppin' out, bitch Hittin' my stands, I still got your hoe on my pants Like a pocket dial, bitch (oh, oh, oh) Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van I'm hoppin' out, bitch It done got a nigga started I ain't stoppin' now, bitch Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch Bring smoke to you niggas, no mouth, bitch Fuck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch It's the type of shit that made a nigga wanna catch a body It's the shit that made a nigga say that I'm Illuminati Same shit that make me turn my killing spree to a hobby It's a duck, duck, goose if they ever wanna try me