Lyrical Breakdown of Syphilis - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Syphilis" 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 "Syphilis" 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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That Kel-Tec kick, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
New Kel-Tec, bitch, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
Disrespect then I'm gon' take your breath, uh, uh, uh
In the trap, whip crack and crystal meth, uh, uh, uh
In a sec', intercept, cut your stom', case you say shit
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my blick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' fuck your face with it
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my glick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' fuck your face with it
And her pussy wet, huh, just like a slip n' slide
She gon' let me fuck, huh, yeah, I get inside
Chopper heat seeker, run, but you can't hide
Police on my ass, buckle up, let's go for a ride, ayy
Codeine with the Percs
Take too many, feel like I'ma die, ayy
I can't go out like that
Ain't tryna make my mama cry, ayy
Chopper with a thirty in that
I pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy
I can change anything got them Obama eyes, ayy
Bitch, I be sicker than syphilis
Fuck nigga trippin' and I'ma get rid of 'em, uh
My eyes go blacker then licorice
I hit a lick and I ended up killin' 'em, uh
She tell me I taste just like a lollipop
She can't stop lickin' me, uh
Bitch I'm the GOAT, bitch, you suck
You wanna fight? Bitch, what's up?
Um, every day I'm on go mode
With a four-oh up in my pants
Slump off of the Percs and the codeine
No more can I ever do Xans
Um, I take drugs when I'm copin', uh
Mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
Niggas in jail droppin' the soap like what?
I heard that that was your homie, yeah
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my blick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' fuck your face with it
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my glick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' fuck your face with it
Haha, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, okay, okay, okay, okay
Huh, yeah, huh
Fuck all these other goofy ass niggas, man
Fuck all these fuck niggas
Ain't trippin' off no regular old bitch
Uh-uh, No Limit Gang, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Double that, yeah, huh, triple that, yeah, huh
Yeah, quadruple that, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
One more, that's five times platinum, huh, yeah