Lyrical Breakdown of Bullet Wound - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bullet Wound" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bullet Wound" 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 Wayne 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 Wayne's narrative.

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Gucci Mane LaFlare, millionaire but don't get no care Tolt my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear Burn yo' house with yo' kids in there Call the folks I had been in there A-K & my Sig in here, drop top V12 cylinder Your girl never had Christian Louboutins so I bought her a pair Really it's not an affair 'cah she fucked a millionaire Mack-10, with a coolant fool These fuck niggas with bullet wounds Stitchin' hangin' out my breaches, you can see this from a distance I got blunts in cruise with 30 clips Fresh ass nigga with a dirty pistol I'm the same nigga that fucked yo' sister You so broke, can't buy no pistol I'll buy yo' bitch, I'll buy yo' life Don't know when but yo' mama miss ya Every day I'm on drive nigga, never catch me in neutral Ain't doin' nothing that you do first I wear Louie shoes not Converse It'll be the concert of my convert, got the right playa but the wrong verse I got yella' gold, I got Rolls gold I got pink diamonds like Starbucks I don't rehearse, I don't plan first That nigga strong hook, I call the wife first Yella bone, butt naked If the pussy wack, eject it Man all my hoes be actin' like detectives But I don't give a fuck and if I did I would give it to you That rainbow has 2 colors, rhythm and blues, yeah I just hope for the time, my times only Say we runnin' out of time Tell that to a time bomb yeah Then she kiss me on my bullet wound Who are you? 'Cause motherfucker I'm me Fuckin' right And if she say she catching that nut I throw it straight I can't believe this butter, go get my butter knife Shoot a nigga twice in case he live a double life Lil Tunechi, yeah Shawty pussy wet, the dope drippin' wet I live a double life, I got a stupid dumb check I do the shit that rappers do without a rap check I shit on hoes & pull on foes, I got street respect I hit you with that collar, you won't live a double life I hit two niggas last week so I got double stripes Foreign bad bitch & she fuckin' on sight I go Hublots, I got Rollies, I got ice on top of ice Yella bong, butt naked If the pussy wet, eject it Man all my hoes be actin' like detectives But I don't give a fuck and if I did I would give it to you That rainbow has 2 colors, rhythm and blues, yeah I just hope for the time, my times only Say we runnin' out of time Tell that to a time bomb, yeah Then she kiss me on my bullet wound Who are you? 'Cause motherfucker I'm me Fuckin' right And if she say she catching that nut I throw it straight I can't believe this butter, go get my butter knife Shoot a nigga twice in case he live a double life Lil Tunechi, yeah