Lyrical Breakdown of Bloody Murder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bloody Murder" 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 Master P 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 Master P's narrative.

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Verse One: Me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man Cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine Fool started shooting I rolled down the window Let out some smoke, car full of that indo Pointed the Tec-9, smoked the passenger Another nigga to' up but bitch I laugh at ya Fools tryin to figure whether he should duck or fucking hide out Niggas got away so we ride out Plottin motherfuckas cuz you know I serve ya And sucka when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder Chorus: Its gonna be a bloody murder, And when I see him I'ma kill him [x2] Verse Two: Now when I'm on the set I gots to get paid, check it Dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit This dope fiend, he was trippin, I said "fool get the fuck on," He said he wanted wholesale but didn't have a buck on him Damn, I didn't want to beat the fool's ass I reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz They started gunnin, I started runnin, I got away They thought they had me caught but the P just hid away And laid back, did the crack thinkin bout revenge You see I didn't get him, I'll probably get his friends He tried to set me with the jump out boys, and I'll serve ya And dope fiend when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder -Chorus- [x2] Verse Three: I was cool, me and the chill was just chillin Countin up my mil from the wholesale top dealin I wasn't even trippin when my pager went off I said who the fuck is this, just tell that bitch to get lost He called the bitch on his mobile phone, I said yo its on She said "P I'll dick ya dick like an ice cream cone," I said damn I was a trippin cuz I fuck bitches all the time So tell that nasty bitch I catch her ass at about nine Later that night I had to pop her Knocked on the door said bitch I came to fuck But see before I hit the pussy, and got a nut Some niggas came straight out the closet talkin bout hands up The bitch ran out the hosue, you know I'm gone hurt her And bitch when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder -Chorus- [x2]