Lyrical Breakdown of Freaky Thangs - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ludacris feat. Twista & Jagged Edge weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Freaky Thangs" 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 Ludacris feat. Twista & Jagged Edge 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 Ludacris feat. Twista & Jagged Edge's narrative.

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It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh. Light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl That's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out Of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in That Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho. Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - Magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes. I just don't pay 'em! Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em I'm kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C. That later on we'd be bonin Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that No wonder why you wakin up up swollen I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash On the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty soft as silly puddy Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin And locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin the buttons off yo' - BLOUSE Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' - HOUSE Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down - SOUTH Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' - MOUTH So we love that k-k-k-k Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same thang - freaks We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err Handlin business while I bang bang - skeet Wash the dick off and kick off another session again I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors The pieces from the East is the shit And the flesh in the West is the best But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times - but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet Ahh, ahh! What's my name? So magical I come and touch the game You motherfuckers really lust to gain Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust So it's must, stay "Adrenaline Rush" Wonderin why they don't be bustin the same I'm clutchin my thang; Stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin it off I can tell a style by the way that she walk Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs It's killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin slapped up I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head How I dip up in it we can make a video But I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy Come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist' But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together Because now you gots to ride out - bitch! Oh 'Cris, can you - do it again, that's what they askin me Hit skins, causin catastrophes Get pinned, by me and my family Sip gin, fulfillin yo' fantasies In yo condition I'm wishin you'll take a lickin And keep on tickin from thicker thighs Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy, Where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. Can it be, Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the Prince dick of insanity. I'm good lovin, body-rockin, Knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin. I don't care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin Coffee and brown sugar. Girls dem sugar. World class lover. Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard Storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin Pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies; And fat women, because they need love too. So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do?