Lyrical Breakdown of Bitches - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bitches" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bitches" 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 Mac Miller 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 Mac Miller's narrative.
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Yeah
Goddamn
Aight, it go like
Bitches on the table, bitches on the floor
Bitches in the window, bitches at the door
Bitches in the whip, bitches in the trunk
Bitches doin' blow, bitches rollin' blunts
Bitches, yeah, bitches
Bitches, motherfuckin' bitches
Oh, no, this that motherfuckin' raw, do your job
Yah trick, yah motherfuckin', y'all kneel down
I'm a motherfuckin' god when I enter
Boss, I'm the center of attention, nothin' better
And it's off with his head, sir, dollar collector
Flow so dope, got 'em lost like a temper
Know a bunch of bitches who all want to be a Jenner
And they suckin' dick tryna network
Crazy-ass
Bitches, yeah, bitches (I ain't tryna be rude)
Bitches, motherfuckin' bitches (Know exactly what you do)
Bitches, yeah, bitches (Everybody know a few)
Bitches, motherfuckin' bitches (Goin' up, gettin' loose)
Yeah, goddamn, I'm the motherfuckin' man
Here I am with the dick, turn a bitch to a fan now
And she off the pill, pop a Xan now
Made me wanna give my mom a grandchild, yeah
She was doin' drugs till she ran out
Gettin' lit, light a fire on the campground, yeah
Never give a bitch a handout
When you see me, stand down 'cause I'm comin' for your
Bitches, yeah, bitches (I ain't tryna be rude)
Bitches, motherfuckin' bitches (Know exactly what you do)
Bitches, yeah, bitches (Everybody know a few)
Bitches, motherfuckin' bitches (Goin' up, gettin' loose)
I'm a motherfuckin' instigator, ballistic nature
Bitches get crazy off a sip of Jäger
Tellin' me to infiltrate her
Wanna get intimate with a stranger
Baby, I got dick for acres
Motherfuckin' pussy pleasin' innovator
Pleasure now, I handle business later
Lovin' every single flavor
I'm talkin' 'bout
Bitches, yeah, bitches
Bitches, motherfuckin' bitches