Lyrical Breakdown of Dick Pleaser - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dick Pleaser" 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 "Dick Pleaser" 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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Yeah, uh-huh, No Ceilings 2 Yeah, get a plastic bag Throw it over his head, make him gag Throw it over his head, make him gag You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it Get a plastic bag Throw it over his head, make him gag Go ahead, take a nigga cash You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it Get a bitch with ass Drop her off at the nigga pad Now she goin' through the nigga's stash You slept all night nigga, you deserve it Get a Jason mask Run up in this shit and scare his ass Where the drugs nigga? Where the cash? His whole face sand white, we pistol whip it purple Yeah, pistol whip it purple Two words, on sight Yeah, two words, on sight Yeah, two words, on sight It's gon' be a murder Every time you see me, you know Mag be there You know Hood be there, you know T be there Family affair, don't you even dare No, I double dare you to leave your chair I'm gon' leave you there, I don't even care And I'm killin' shit, white sheet affair Gun on my shoulder like Tinker Bell Take a nigga's shit, sell a nigga's shit Make some extra money for the holidays Merry Christmas nigga, I got gifts for niggas In the back of my big body sleigh I got pussy set up any time of day Get you pussies set up any time of day And your comrades better be about that Combat like Johnny Cage Oh you stuntin'? I don't like that shit nigga I don't like that shit, nigga I don't like that bitch nigga And that bitch he with give me mixed signals Oh yea, there's a lot of bitch niggas I'm goin' down a list nigga We stole a lot of base, yeah-yeah We got a lot of hits, nigga Alright, we don't fuck with switch hittas Throw 'em in a river, let the fish get 'em I'm comin' with the street sweeper Like a motherfuckin' witch nigga Like, what nigga, which nigga Like, a young nigga, rich nigga Like cremate a coffin A motherfuckin' bitch nigga, ugh You left a trace, now my niggas all up in your place Now it ain't no money in the safe Got to do a nigga like Ace Yeah, go ahead get a plastic bag Keep your fake jewelry, I need all the cash Like you shaved your face, go up in your stash I get stomach aches, throw up in the lab Got a plastic bag, fuck navigation Nigga, we a sack No Ceilings Dos, this is that Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' this and that I'm still in the mall, buyin' this and that And my bitch stay with a different bag Yeah, I'm in my zone in a different bag They'll find your body parts in different bags Hold up Before rap they was check the check We was pack the pack And my girl was blonde now she back to black We in the Benz bumpin Back To Back Smokin' loud, poppin' pills, back to back And I'mma fuck her from the back like the bad She hit the bathroom then pass a rag And to the money, yeah I'm back to that Yeah, Young Money over everything And I mean everything, that's on everything Niggas get caught and tell everything With the Weeknd vocals, I'll never sing Yeah, two words, on sight nigga I push the button, green light nigga To the upper room, here's your flight nigga Even if it's morning, good night, nigga Blaow Get a plastic bag Throw it over his head, make him gag Go 'head take the nigga's stash And the money danced all night nigga, you deserved it Get a plastic bag Throw it over his head, make him gag Throw it over his head, make him gag Nigga, you dabbed all night nigga, stop twerkin' Aww yeah, aww yeah You put on a show all night, now it's curtains, yeah Yeah, two words, on sight Yeah, two words, on sight Nigga, it's a murder, aw yeah Every time you see me I know Millz gone be there I know Stevie gone be there Family affair Aw, yeah Throw it over his head, make him gag Throw it over his head, make him gag Nigga, you danced all night nigga, you deserved it Nigga, you deserved it Police gon' be searchin' We gon' be in your shit splurgin' Aw yeah, aw yeah We in your shit splurgin' We in your shit splurgin' We watched you all night nigga, you deserved it