Lyrical Breakdown of Anaconda - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Boy toy named Troy, used to live in Detroit Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Now that's real, real, real Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I had them pushin' daffodils I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill I'm on some dumb shit By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say he don't like em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at, look, at her butt This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil Now that bang, bang, bang I let him hit it 'cause he slang cocaine He toss my salad like his name Romaine And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain I'm on some dumb shit By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills and he telling me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say he don't like em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag mayweather with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at, look, at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Oh my god, look at her butt My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Don't, my anaconda don't Don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at, look, at her butt Yeah, he love this fat ass aha! Yeah! This one is for my Bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club? Fuck those skinny bitches! Fuck those skinny bitches in the club! I wanna see all the big fat ass Bitches in the muthafuckin' club Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what? Kyuh Aha! Kyuh I got a big fat ass (Ass, ass, ass) Kyuh Come on! Hey, hey, hey!