Lyrical Breakdown of Cluck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cluck" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cluck" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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Domino (Domino)
Ayo, what you doin'? Get off my dick
Ayy, you can't fall for nothin', lil' bitch
I just popped a glitch for the Twitch
Say I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm rich
I'm startin' to think these Percs and shit don't hurt
'Cause how the fuck I'm still down to Earth?
I'm gettin' high all mornin', I don't know where I'm goin'
Killers, strippers, dope boys
Young niggas, drug dealers, and whores
Junkies passed out in my kitchen like a morgue
Straight honey packs and jiggas in the drawers
Been sellin' grammies, I need an award
Yeah, I can't keep this lil' bitch off my balls
I been smokin' molly all day
My bitch say how much do it take 'til it's enough?
I say I don't know, but I ain't think
Probably you should shut the fuck up
I know she a bop, that's why she dance
She got ants in her pants, she get hot when she see bands
I guess she a bop, that's why she dance
She got ants in her pants, she get hot when she see bands
I'm a man of business, I'm with the mob
I told 'em ride or die, get robbed, who they called? Bitch, I went broke
KB, AB, Kodak Black, Antonio Brown
Made niggas skip town and I bet I let off shots 'cause that's my 'round
Climbin' in that pussy, she ain't got no walls
This bitch just wanna milk me like I'm a cow
Run up in your house, don't make a sound
I put wooly on your mouth, give it up, I'm out, or I'll go pow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Hit him with that baow, he go wow
Wow, wow, wow, wow
Shoot a nigga, his hands up, watch he go down
She just want my chicken, she a cluck, cluck
All these bitches fuck for a buck, buck
Makeup on her face, that's my lil' clown (What the fuck?)
Walk your own self to the river, niggas drowned (What the fuck?)
I shoot people, places, and things, that's the noun (Why the fuck?)
And I beat the pot on the ground (What the fuck?)
I don't know what's the point of livin' life
If all we doin' is waitin' just to die
I'm just borrowin' it, lil' bitch ain't mine
But I'll pretend to be your man on Valentine's
Tell you I got your back, what about my spine?
Fuck nigga talkin' 'bout slatt, nigga, I kill slimes