Lyrical Breakdown of Come On A Cone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Come On A Cone" 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 "Come On A Cone" 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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Bitches ain't serious, man, these bitches delirious All these bitches inferiors, I just pimp my interiors I just pick up and go; Might pick up a ho Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough Never mind my money; never mind my stats Every bitch wanna be me, you can find 'em in Saks Pink Friday, two milli; Super Bass, triple plat When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winnin' Do a show for Versace, they request me by name And if they don't get Nicki, it just won't be the same When I'm sitting with Anna, I'm really sitting with Anna Ain't a metaphor punchline, I'm really sitting with Anna Front row in Oscar de la Renta posture Ain't a bitch that could do it, not even my impostor Put these bitches on lock out, where the fuck is your roster? I pull up in that new new marinara and pasta Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone Got the certification, 'cause it come with the stone But, this ice is so cold, it should come on a cone It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone Yeah, my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone 'Cause my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone 7-Up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo But don't tell them I said it, let's keep it on the D-low If you need you a look, just put me on your song But, you know it'll cost about six figures long But, you bitches ain't got it, where the fuck is your budgets? Flying spurs for hers, mean I'm fucking above it And I just got the ghost, and I'm calling it Casper But this shit is so cold, it belong in Alaska Why the fuck am I styling? I competes with myself When you went against Nicki, you depleted your wealth And I'm not masturbating, but I'm feeling myself Paparazzi is waiting, cause them pictures will sell Now don't you feel a-stupid, yeah, that's egg on your face If you weren't so ugly, I'd put my dick in your face Dick in your face Put my dick your face Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone Got the certification, 'cause it come with the stone But, this ice is so cold, it should come on a cone It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone Yeah, my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone 'Cause my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone Ooh, dick in your face Ooh, dick in your face Ooh, dick in your face Put my dick in your face Put my dick in your face, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah!