Lyrical Breakdown of Grimy Waifu - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grimy Waifu" 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 "Grimy Waifu" 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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Hahaha, yeah, yeah, goddamn, goddamn Do I let that nigga live? (Woah) That nigga died on them Sure Uh, these bullets coming at you Take these bullets for me, that's my grimy waifu (Hot) They keep on dumping the tool Take these bullets from me, that's my, ooh (Woah, huh) These bullets coming at you Take these bullets for me, that's my grimy waifu (Huh, hah) They steady dumping the tool Take these bullets for me, that's my (Ooh, ooh, ooh, man, you know what I'm sayin') I ain't got no Birk' bags (Ugh) Fuckin' with me, you gon' get the price or tap Music biz don't give no pat on the back, ugh Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up (Ooh) Pack it up, pack it up, woah, hold on, man Grown, live at the Days Inn My appetite made me nauseous (Huh) They thinkin' Tinder with the topic (Cautious, uh) I take the wins out with the losses You see me grippin' with the gossip Now I'm eating dinner with the bosses I hit the vape because it's needed (It's over) I fall asleep like Tempur-Pedic Got a light, got a light, got a light, I'll be there They kill my niggas for no reason I hear 'em These bullets coming at you Take these bullets for me, that's my grimy waifu (Hot) They keep on dumping the tool Take these bullets for me, that's my, no Here we go We gotta do what we gotta do Clap, clap, clap, clap