Lyrical Breakdown of Shit Show - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shit Show" 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 "Shit Show" 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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Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on the blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tab (Yeah)
And them gassin', I get high and pray it's everlastin' (Whatever)
Broke some mama hearts, nigga tore apart some families (Yeah)
When I see you, nigga, it's gon' be a shit show, nigga
When I see you, nigga, it's gon' be a shit show
It feel good, in the hood, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, nigga, disco
Backin' away from smuts, got to be careful who you love
Got to keep it tucked, watchin' who you give your trust
Three-point-five, stuffed, blunt, huff, huff, huff, puff
Be my ice crushed up, double cup stuffed
Knuck if you buck, nigga, jump and get muggеd
You can look, but don't touch, baby, unless you tryin' to fuck
Soon a nigga say it's up, I'll be right on his butt
Nigga ain't want to shut up, I sent him right with his bro (Gang, gang, gang)
How a nigga say it's up? Hе outside without no gun (Bah, bah)
Baby want to see my sauce, I say she must be on hard drugs
I go to the mall with twenty-thousand, ain't even have the shit I want
Ain't even get drunk, he bring that wockhard back, he got it
Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on the blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tab (Yeah)
And them gassin', I get high and pray it's everlastin' (Whatever)
Broke some mama hearts, nigga tore apart some families (Yeah)
When I see you, nigga, it's gon' be a shit show, nigga
When I see you, nigga, it's gon' be a shit show
It feel good, in the hood, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, nigga, disco (It's us)
Ain't back and forth with none of these niggas, these boys be piss poor
Slippin' and slidin', shit get violent, I'm tryin' to hit a ho' (Brr)
All of my hoes be teamed up, I move like Derrick Rose (Brr)
I'll beef with the IRS, I don't beef with no nigga who break down bowls (Brr)
Paid twenty-five thousand on phones, my dog keep gettin' sent straight to the hole
I'll fuck a bitch, nut in her soul, primetime, beat up the role
Dickridin', niggas is hoes, bitch, slap her head up his ho'
If it's up, it'll not make it in post (Right, right)
Niggas want me broke, niggas want me dead (Right, right)
Bitch, I put you on, don't let it go to your head (Right, right)
That wocky felt like floor, I still ain't seen a bed (Right, right)
I'm quick to cut a ho' head, it's us, I ain't never said
Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on the blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tab (Yeah)
And them gassin', I get high and pray it's everlastin' (Whatever)
Broke some mama hearts, nigga tore apart some families (Yeah)
When I see you, nigga, it's gon' be a shit show, nigga
When I see you, nigga, it's gon' be a shit show
It feel good, in the hood, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, nigga, disco