Lyrical Breakdown of Dunk on Them - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dunk on Them" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kool Keith weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dunk on Them" 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 Kool Keith 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 Kool Keith's narrative.
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Yeah man, fuck that
Gimme that fuckin ball
Y'know, dunk on these motherfuckers, with ill
Take a shit on 'em, let 'em know how you feel
Open session, shit on your confession
I'm now record pressin
Overcast, that show plastic
They gotta be smoked up on acid
They mostly holdin up the intersection
Delayin traffic, jammin up the open way
Chicks spend time on the phone all day
Showin they ass in the lobby
They can't masturbate without foreplay
They fuck these guys without a condom
Then they have the baby in Conway
In Nordstroms and Dillard's
A bunch of bags on my back I can barely carry, make me look iller
She's a fronter on the street
But with Lexington Steele, she's a box cover cum shitter
They love to be married
Then who'll watch the kids? Where's the fuckin sitter?
So much glamour and light, the clean girls believe 'em
They look like Fright Night
Take a fat bitch as long as she don't got that Celie itch
They lookin for celebs, dancin on the Ritz
I got to go home and take a piss
Gucci bag and eyeliner, 400 dollar dinner
Over-perfumed up with a stinky puss
Unshaved babes, with DKNY boots
And a Coach bag, when was the last time you douche?
With the Mercedes 500, you out in the car fuckin
Liposucers, tummy tuckin
The entrepreneurs, they all can wipe my ass for nothin
Hand 'em a blueberry muffin
Round peppermints are brown, patty they cuffin
Yes it's doo-doo, you thought it wasn't
Stoopin down, I want you to get that
Money when you shit out that spinach
It all perfects my fuckin image, that's right
The number one solar system, y'knowhatI'msayin?
This ain't about no toys and go-carts
Y'all niggas is gold parts, with go-carts and parts
Y'all niggas is layin all types of little tiny farts
Fuck around y'all poot a lot
Better get up in there, and scoot a lot
Get the food a lot
You blow that flute and toot a lot, yeah
Y'knowhatI'msayin? All that shit, y'knowhatI'msayin?
All you whatever your name is mayne
All the motherfuckers, y'all that y'knowhatI'msayin?
And basement motherfuckers and
All these motherfuckers comin thinkin they can rap
Niggas need to close they buttcrack, y'knowhatI'msayin?
I'm on some other shit, y'knowhatI'msayin? Y'know
Y'all better get over here and wipe my ass for me or somethin y'know
I send a cab to pick these motherfuckers up y'know
That's how I get down, fuck that, y'know?
That's how I put it down baby, fuck that