Lyrical Breakdown of Pissed Me Off - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pissed Me Off" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pissed Me Off" 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 Lil Durk 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 Lil Durk's narrative.
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(Hey, Matthew did you make this?)
Long live DThang, nigga
They gave you back a bowl, bro, you hear me?
Man, what?
You ain't get back for your mans, you in the club like he ain't dead (let's get it)
Nike ski mask for the Covid, the only time you niggas wear it (yeah)
Niggas ran inside my crib, but the Glock 10 was by the bed
I'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)
I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up on the score
I know niggas act like they with it, but they bitches on the low
Why you niggas postin' son-son? Why you niggas postin' True?
Why you act like you support us? If you do, hop in that coupe
Grab a gun if you ain't with it, put up money for a gun (let's get it)
Put up money for a hot car, put up money for a bond (damn)
I don't see you on the regular, but I see you screamin', "Von" (Von, Von)
Uh, uh, but I see you screamin' (Von, Von, Von)
Boy, no cap, I got killers that I love, and they don't rap (let's get it)
Boy, no cap (no cap), I got rappers that I love, and they gon' splat (gon' splat)
If I die, just don't lie
Man, you niggas better slide (you niggas better slide)
If you can't get the main nigga, then you better get his guy (grrrah)
I pop pills until I pass out, I'm 'bout to crash out (I'm 'bout to crash out)
Mention bronem on your live, now I know he can't laugh now (he can't laugh now)
And my favorite gun the switch, you know that shit a kind now (brr, brr)
I don't care 'bout who you with, lil' nigga, nobody can time out (time out)
Foenem slide the next day, this shit cannot die down
Bronem from a different state, act like they from the 'Raq now (haha)
Oh, he got switches, oh, he got bitches? (He got bitches)
You know that shit be for the 'Gram, I keep my distance (I keep my, man, what? Hahaha)