Lyrical Breakdown of #10 To Kill a Hooker - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "#10 To Kill a Hooker" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how N.W.A weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "#10 To Kill a Hooker" 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 N.W.A 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 N.W.A's narrative.
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Yo, man I need some motherfucking pussy
Hell yeah, bitches around this motherfucker
I don't need shit
Bust a left up here on Sunset, a'ight?
Yo check it out, there go some bitches right there, you want me to pull over?
Yeah pull over, pull over
Ay, ayo bitch come here, let me talk to you for a minute
(Wha- what? You talkin' to me?) Yeah you
Nah ya mama bitch, you know who the fuck we talking 'bout
Get yo motherfuckin' ass over here
Well what you want big boy? (Ayy wassup, wassup)
What you mean "wassup", what kinda money you talking 'bout?
Money? Bitch you better open up yo 'mouth and suck my dick (what kinda money you talkin')
Or my black ass or keep on walking now wassup baby? (Bitch)
Suck my dick bitch
Grab dat bitch, grab dat bitch (yo' dick)
Get yo' mutherfuckin' ass in the car
Grab dat, grab dat bitch (wha wha) fuck that motherfuckin' bitch man (come on)
Let me go, let me go, come on let me go
I ain't fuckin' this bitch, fuck this bitch man
Fuck wrong wit' you man, shootin' this bitch in my shit?
You guys shouldn't have put the bitch in the goddamn car anyway
Fuck that bitch man, throw her motherfuckin' ass out
Yo, there go some more bitches over there
Blow the motherfuckin' horn