Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot" 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 undefined 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 undefined's narrative.
This lyrical analysis of "Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot" not only celebrates undefined's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!
Oh (You think you know me)
When we rappin'?
Pray (Pray), pray
Pray you get comfy in your disguise (Uh)
Pray for my thots on the other side (Side)
Pray for my children I can't provide, I feel 45
Pray when you shoot, it's a homicide
Pray for my haters, they terrified
Nigga could kill me, I'm verified
But I'm still alive, yeah, I'm still alive
Pray that I end up like Charlize Theron
I'm so confused, I ain't hard to find
I push you pussies behind the pine
Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine
Come out the pocketbook every time
Feel like I'm shootin', I'm shiftin' time
Dressed in your grandmama hand-me-downs, pussy nigga
Huh, sucka, I'm prominent, I was anonymous
I been in front of you every time
This ain't a bridge, it's a collar crime
I put my soul into every bar (Man)
Into every verse, man, into every rhyme (Shit)
I can't feel my face, oh god
SMH, no ASMR (Huh!)
Show me where the prophets go
Show me how to keep my pussy close
She said, "You better count your blessings for real"
Amen (Woo!)
Pray (Pray), pray
Pray for my babies, they doin' time
Pray that these crackers don't Columbine
I just pray that I peak before my decline
Make 'em hit recline
You know my shooter a proper dime, clarity
Nigga, these bullets get entered in clip
And go into the Kimber that hit your spine
Britney, this a sign
Pray you grow healthy and hit your prime
Ooh, I should pray for a better line
But I don't wan' make all my peers resign
2035, I'll be 45
They say the church leave us all behind
Speaking in tongues like I'm David Byrne
Bitch, I turn a threat to a nevermind, nevermind
Pray for all of these niggas been lyin' and frontin' for company
Bitch, I'm a diva, no punk in me
Fuck you want from me? I'll put you under me, nigga (Oh)
I'll put your soul in a struggle bar
I can't feel my face, oh god
SMH, no ASMR (Huh!)
Show me where the prophets go
Show me how to keep my pussy close
She said, "You better count your blessings for real"
Amen
Praise the motherfuckin' lord
(Oh, dead-dead-deadly)