Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Panic Emoji" 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 "Panic Emoji" 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.
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Yesterday I thought I was having a heart attack
Panic Attack
Made a wack beat yesterday
I get ideas in my
I keep smoking weed
And I masturbate constantly
Keep hustling
Keep moving
I'm a nuisance
I'm useless
We fucked
This hurts
I'm a nuisance
DOA to the base
Face wet, legs shake
Grab my chest, feeling faint
These symptoms, can't help them
Where my health went
This hurts
Crackers keep calling me Aces
I put the spade on hook
All of you yuppies is pussy
You ain't never hit a jugg
Ain't no money on your books
I put Lemmy in the grave
I push the golden gun up on ya braids
Pew! Fade
And I'm getting cash you ain't never that, oooh, yeah
Oh, you fucking mad, 'cause I'm counting smack, oooh, yeah
Niggas you's a bitch, you's a fucking hoe, oooh, yeah
I can't tell you
Pull up on 'em with the stick talk
Nigga you ain't bout that brick talk
Fuck with me you get shot
Shoo, shoo
I am a thot
Fuck it
I am a opp
Wrist cut
Wrist cut
Wrist cut
Grey death on the block
It's really just a panic attack...