Lyrical Breakdown of The Ass - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Fuck it, I shagged her, without the use of dissolve Viagra

Had her comin', like Niagara Falls when I bagged her

On the cellular my genitalia pitched the pelvis

Uh-huh, when her hips gyrate like Elvis

She tried to scurry hurry to finish very alone

Tell my doggs, what's necessary 'bout how I bury the bone

She said, ‽When you ready to blast, don't ask, say whenâ€

Had her screamin' like lightin' a nuke, when I was halfway in

In the past I used to send 'em back, give 'em the minimum

Now, I leave 'em with venom on they chin when I'm bendin' 'em

Y'all know the name get it engraved, sex slave

Stadium style, from the back, ass doin' the wave

(Hey)

Yellin' to me is a felony

Hell'll be froze over when I celebrate celibacy, case closed

My dick rules everything around me, dream, get the ass

Without spendin' the cash now, look at 'em

Standin' tall with the veins all in it

Nuts ripped up with the brain all in it

My man, Mike to see more dick than Dastardly and Van Dyke

Together help me make it through the pain struggle and the bad weather

Yo, be on your way on your lesbian quest

I'm chillin' at the rest with five fingers of death

(Uh, huh)

And a whole lot of cash

'Specially if y'all sisters ain't up in the

The ass, the ass, the ass, the ass

Ladies, the dick, the dick, the dick, the dick

Uhh, what?

Vaginas diamond studded, you know, you love it

Rub dick the right way, don't be cumin' quick

Like express trains, make your Jones crazy

Swallow bones but no babies, to stick this gotta lick this

Tonight's entre is cherries Bombay and Thai-Thai's flavored cafe latte

Broke-ass bumba claat let's rock can't play with mines

Need not danglin', pinchin' my spine

(Ow)

Hangin' ten with the best of wenches, that never flinches

Bench your game, part four won't score

Gotta hit the backboard, like it raw back door

Wanta pause hardcore porn style, baby

Who do it better? Say my name backwards and spell each letter

Be havin grams of spasm, leavin' on a stretcher

And wet and incredible, suction

Punk-ass you're wack pumpin', ready to rupture

Bustin' wildly like N.Y.P.D.

So typically, we wasn't ready for the fantasy freak

Don't sleep, privately I peep with devices

Energizers keep me vibratin' in a crisis

Representin' my bitches, throwin' clitorises

Like ventriloquists limp, penises don't kiss these pussy lipses

Please you play, clay with top grade shit

I seen bigger dicks in pre-K

Nah, the dick, the dick, the dick, the dick

Niggaz, the dick, the dick, the dick, the dick