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