Lyrical Breakdown of Curb Stomp - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Curb Stomp" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Curb Stomp" 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 JPEGMAFIA 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 JPEGMAFIA's narrative.
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Niggas probably thinking I'm loud as shit
Soooo
Ask me I give a fuck
Nope
Damn Peggy
Hit Hit Hit!
Superman Peggy making hits!
Hit!
Smallvile fucking with the kents
Hit
Kush getting trumped for the pence
I'm rolling
Fuck that nigga
I'm Rollins
3rd Reich nigga I'm Stalin
Curb stomp all my opponents
Aw baby I'm violent
Kush loud but the gun silent
Fuck rap nigga I'm firing
You alt right pussies keep crying
Why?
Did I tell you
Biddy bye bye
Clap your hands
When the gloc
Extend
I'm clap your mans he's a fucking fan
We dont.
Fuck with stans nigga watch you hands
Hit Hit Hit!
Peglord charging niggas rent
Pig stay picking up his scent
Niggas what's a god to a trend
Fuck a tora bitch I'm praying for a benz
Rocky horror pick her pocket then I spend
Young Aramark I profit off the pen
And these drafts never got send
I'm rolling
Fuck that nigga
I'm Rollins
3rd Reich nigga I'm Stallin
Curb stomp all my opponents
Aw baby I'm dying
I'm crying
Awww