Lyrical Breakdown of Osirus - Dirty Run - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ol' Dirty Bastard weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Osirus - Dirty Run" 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 Ol' Dirty Bastard 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 Ol' Dirty Bastard's narrative.

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Hold on tight and don't let go Baby, I'm about to explode... It's Dirty Run, when you see me coming high Nine times out of ten, don't wonder how It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run, no more vacancies I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy When you see me coming high It's nine times out of ten, you will wonder how It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run -- "Run" -- Run-DMC sample I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy Bitches be actin' like they so damn fine That's why I fuck 'em at the drop of a dime Needle dick niggaz, go fuck a needle Before I squash a John Lennon, like a Beetle Dirt McGirt, Mr. McGirt to the hoes Stinkin' rich, cover your mouth and your nose Man of my codes, it's old man, dig it? Sometimes rockin' went, and Dirty might kick it Damn, your takers, that's the type to flight To get any more suck, how niggaz dick through a flint Big pimp, watch the fur bad A hundred lick, hundred lick, hundred lick fabulous Bring it like a bus full of travelers Turn it up so the cops will get mad at us Swear to God, we're the trouble, you imagine us Cuz the news only exploit the bad in us When, turn it down a little Cuz the ground is startin' to crack a little Diamond, baby, in the time and place When your legs get tired, you can sit on my face And touch me, tease me, feel me, caress me Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode. Take that bitch for bite, my name Dirt Dog not cake with ice, bitch Fuck bitin', when there's so much pussy If you ain't into ass, then pimp 'em for the cash Come quick, turn the camera on So whose that rippin' off your mama's thong? Dirty, creep out your back door, nigga With my shoes untied, zippin' up my zipper