Lyrical Breakdown of Bless The Booth Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bless The Booth Freestyle" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Megan Thee Stallion weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bless The Booth Freestyle" 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 Megan Thee Stallion employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ayy
You niggas is blockin' your blessings
If you so worried 'bout me, get invested
Bitch, I'm a business, you wanna get in it
Go put down your phone and pick up a pen
I understand, you thought you was smart
Blind lead the blind, y'all all in the dark
I know you used to seeing mediocre
I know the bar getting lower and lower
Nigga wanna constrict me like a Boa
Snake in the grass but I got the mower
I went and put the city on my shoulders
They got my name at the top of the totem
They know about me 'cause somebody told 'em
Bitches is soft, you know I'ma fold 'em
He say I'm heavy, I told him "I'm bloated"
You need to put this pussy on a podium
You need to shut up, let the pussy speak
A lot of you real niggas acting weak
I think you really mad at your daddy
But get on the internet aiming at me
I think you motherfuckers need a hug
I think you motherfuckers need a shot
I think you motherfuckers need to buy a ticket
To the show and come open your mouth
I make a nigga hit the hurt face
This that stub your toe kinda pain
This that real bitch from the southside
Of that H-Town, switching lanes
This that shit real niggas ride to
I make music real bitches vibe to
Yeah, I'm sexy, but, I'm gangsta
I make real killers come find you
Bitches ain't built like Megan
God took his time when he made it
Get too much shine and get shaded
I don't follow niggas I dated
If I fucked your boo don't worry
These niggas seasonal like McFlurries
But my outfits be so summertime
Make a nigga crash 'cause I'm curvy
Hey, yeah
Bitch, I'm up now, ain't no question, hmm
Giving these rappers a lesson, hmm
I should go work at the church, hmm
'Cause they know Megan a blessing, hmm
They don't like me 'cause I'm cocky, well
I cannot help that my sexy sell
And I'm in love with my sexy self
I need a boo that's gon' sex me well
Should we shag now or shag later?, Huh
I'm tryna put your rock on some paper, huh
Bae wanna eat and I cater, huh
Stalli too wild can't tame her, ayy
They say that Megan too rowdy, huh
And she be showing her body, ayy
I bet if they got the chance, huh
They would come do it just like me, ah
Real hot girl shit, ah