Lyrical Breakdown of Murder Scene - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Murder Scene" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Murder Scene" 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 Juice Wrld 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.

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Body bag this bitch Body bag (Smoking kimber crisp, stupid bitch, uh) Put the beat in a body bag Two years ago I was— (Uh) Two years ago I was broke (Uh, let's go) Okay Two years ago, I was broke (Uh-huh, for real) Two years later, I'm rich (Uh-huh) Ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Uh-huh, it is) Life's a pretty bitch (Goddamn, a bitch) They say they wanna fight (Yeah, huh, huh, uh-huh) Ain't that why I bought a blick? Yeah, niggas ain't on shit, uh-uh, pull up on his block wit' the tints (Blaow, blaow) Uh, minding my business (Yeah-yeah), getting to the millions (Yeah) Bitch, I'm chillin' (Yeah), I mean boolin' (Yeah) Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling (Yeah-yeah) I put the evil in evil villain (Uh-huh, yeah) Like he Evel Knievel, I leave him crippled (Uh-huh) Got No Limit the gang, and they ridin' with me (Uh-huh) Make a murder, murder, murder, murder scene (Brr, brr, uh-huh) Smoke too much, I need visine (Yeah, yeah) Smoking white runtz I don't do Irene (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) Pop percocet 'til my eyes bleed (Yeah-yeah, uh-huh) Then I hop in the car, do a high-speed (Skrrt, skrrt) Police, they can't catch me (Uh-uh) They used to seeing my spoiler (Yeah) I fuck a bad bitch, I'ma record her (Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go!) Diamonds on splash, wetter than water Family, money, respect and power, uh-huh, uh-huh, in that order (Yeah, yeah) Used to hide bricks behind the shower, uh-huh, they was coming from the border, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) I be collecting the money, I stack it inside of my house like a hoarder, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hit the strip club, make it rain, shake like I'm listening to Travis Porter, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I got some millions stacked up, but I guess I need more and more, uh (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Baguetties on me, and I'm racked up (Yeah, yeah), bet you never seen this before, uh (Bling, bling, bling) Never seen a nigga like me before (Uh-huh) Give her the wood like I deliver Home Depot (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) I'm in the hood, .40 in the Gucci peacoat (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) Run up in a nigga house, take his shit like repo (Brr, brr, brr, yeah, yeah) Pockets fat of that Green, CeeLo (Uh-uh) My money fat like Green, CeeLo (Uh-huh, CeeLo) Remember I was sippin' that Green, CeeLo (Uh, CeeLo) MP on me with a green beam, CeeLo (Uh-huh, CeeLo) She not from United States, she from Rio (Uh-uh) The other bitch pussy came from Puerto Rico (Huh) Blue pills slow my ass down like Neo (Uh-huh) I don't do the white, but I used to sell kilos (Uh-uh) Two years ago, I was broke (Yeah) Two years later, I'm rich (I'm rich) Ain't that 'bout a bitch? (As a bitch) Life's a pretty bitch (She a bitch) They say they wanna fight (Why?) Ain't that why I bought a blick? (Brr, brr, brr) Yeah, niggas ain't on shit, uh-uh, pull up on his block wit' the tints (Let's go, skrrt) Uh, mindin' my own business (Yeah-yeah), getting to the millions (Yeah-yeah) Bitch, I'm chillin', I mean boolin' Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling (Yeah, yeah) I put the evil in evil villain (Uh-huh, yeah) Like he Evel Knievel, I leave him crippled (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh) Got No Limit the gang, and they ridin' with me (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) Make a murder, murder, murder, murder scene (Brr, brr, uh-huh) Top on the beat, bickin' back, he blood (Uh) We won't stop 'til we see blood (Uh-huh) I'm No Limit Gang or nothin' (Yeah, yeah) But I still know some crips and bloods (Gang, gang, gang, gang, uh-huh) R-I-P to Nipsey (Yeah, uh), used to get it cracking cous' (Uh, I did) Shoutout to all my slimes and slatts (Slatts, slatts, slatts, slatts, slatts) Choppas on deck, they be makin' it brack In the studio, bitch, I be spittin' up brack (Uh-huh, yeah) Bullets hittin' his chest, catch an asthma attack (Uh-huh, brr) Found out that he died, after the fact (Uh) Made him famous, put his name on the map (Brr, brr, brr, brr) Radric Davis, I'm in Gucci again (Yeah) Double G scarf, watch it blow in the wind (Uh-huh, yeah) Gun to his heart, bet it tear him apart (Uh-huh, yeah) Now his friends want a part, so we pull up again (Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh) I was in the park, off the meds (Uh-huh, yeah) Driving the car, off the Xans (Skrrt, skrrt) Dope we spark, guns we spark, niggas we spark, blast 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah) At the end of the day, they don't got shit to say (Uh-uh) I'm a young nigga, handle all of my buis' (Yeah, uh-huh) I got the rock in my hand, LeBron James, I'm ballin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ballin') May move to Bora Bora (Uh), don't wanna be in the U.S. no more (Uh, uh-uh) I'm a young lion, now hear me roar (Uh) While my enemies hit the floor (Uh-huh) Yeah, may move to Bora Bora (Let's go, uh), can't be in the U.S. no more (Uh, uh-huh) One of these fuck niggas gon' try me, paint his face with a Glock like he at Sephora (Brr, brr, brr, brr, brrt) Two years ago, I was broke (Uh-uh, I was broke) Two years later, I'm rich (Rich, now I'm rich) Ain't that 'bout a bitch? (As a bitch) Life's a pretty bitch (Bitch, she a bitch) They say they wanna fight (Why?) Ain't that why I bought a blick? (Brr, brr, blick) Niggas ain't on shit, uh-uh (No shit), pull up on his block wit' the tints (Skrrt, skrrt) Mindin' my business (Yeah-yeah), getting to the millions (Yeah-yeah) Bitch, I'm chillin', I mean booling (Yeah-yeah) Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling (Uh-huh) I put the evil in evil villain Like he Evel Knievel, I leave him crippled (Uh-huh, oh) Got No Limit the gang, and they ridin' with me (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Make a murder, murder, murder, murder scene