Lyrical Breakdown of Hitting Houses - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hitting Houses" 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 "Hitting Houses" 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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Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge I don't show love, I got cold blood I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses I'm on pink Mollys, I'm on brown bombers I'm on Vicodin, I'm on meth and all He killed four niggas, he don't want a job I'm on cold feelings, I don't wanna go, just hard I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry I am not a thief, I just love stealin' I don't leave a mess and I be in a hurry Ain't you got a check? So why you doin' burglaries? I get off the topic, uh, I drink lots of coffee, uh She my new favorite, she from Milwaukee He gon' think he skatin', uh, let him think he walkin' Then turn 'round and spark him, I don't like to argue Made it out the bricks, that shit wasn't easy Straight up out the wick, I hit big pieces Credit cards and socials, I get lots of pieces Got a yellow poker, but ain't nothin' cheesy, hey Me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge I don't show love, I got cold blood I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses I be cashin' literally, I be breakin' and enterin' She keep playin' with her clitoris, I almost fuck around, pissed in it I came home in December, it wasn't even much winter I'm on nine hundred milligrams, I can't even remember I ain't no plain jane, everything be busted I ain't sparin' nothin, I don't care if she busted Shawty still chasin', but I don't throw no money I'm in Club Oasis, bust it, baby, bust it Suck my dick and vomit, I want eggs and omelette I'm a whole killer, how did I get into college? I'm a headhunter, I rock Ferragamo Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge I don't show love, I got cold blood I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses