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 right there probably thinking I'm loud as shit)
(Ask me I give a fuck) so
(Nope), no
Did I tell you?
So, (this nigga right now, nigga), oh
Da-damn, )eggy! What?
Hit, hit, hit
Superman Peggy making hits (hit)
Smallville fucking with the Kents (hit)
Kush getting trumped for the pence
I'm rolling (yeah)
Fuck that nigga, I'm Rollins (yeah)
3rd reich nigga, I'm Stalin
Curb stomp all my opponents
Aw baby, I'm violent (huh, yeah)
Kush loud but the gun silent (yeah)
Fuck rap, nigga, I'm firing (brrat)
Alt right pussies keep crying (why?)
Did I tell you?
Biddy bye bye
Clap your hands, when the glock, extend, I'ma
Clap your mans, he's a fucking fan
We don't fuck with stans, nigga, watch your hands
Hit, hit, hit, hit
Peglord charging niggas rent (hit)
Pig stay picking up his scent (bitch, hit)
Nigga, what's a God to a trend? (yo, uh yeah)
Fuck a Torah, bitch, I'm praying Benz (no shit)
Rocky horror, pick her pocket then I spend (bitch lit)
Young aramark I profit off the pen (what the fuck?)
And these drafts never got sent (ah)
I'm rolling
Fuck that nigga, I'm Rollins
3rd reich nigga, I'm Stalin
Curb stomp all my opponents (heh, heh-heh)
Aw baby, I'm dying
I'm crying
Aww, baby I'm-
Ayy, I punched that nigga (did I tell you?)
What, what? Hol' up