Lyrical Breakdown of Mad Man (feat. Playboi Carti) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mad Man (feat. Playboi Carti)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mad Man (feat. Playboi Carti)" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.
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Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Whatchu know man? It's A$AP, nigga
Tear da club up
It's A$AP nigga, stop all that goofy shit
Tear da club up
Tear da
Club up
Nigga, fuck yo squad nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50K on the Rollie
Just bought that shit and my bitch broke it
She sayin' she ain't even notice
But her pussy wet like the ocean
Ayy, ayy (swim, swim, swim)
Ayy, ayy (Margiela, mad man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I'm the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I'm the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I'm fucking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don't care for no bitch, we just toss 'em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
(Yeah, uh) There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega, Fergie 'gone bark like Omega
This ain't no game, ain't no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don't care
I will not fuck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a bitch sing like Aretha
I'm fucking your bitch when you eat her
You cuffing that bitch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad man!)
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin' these pills in my coupe
I'm on the roof, move like I'm Batman
Um, damn, what, Margiela madman
(Margiela, mad, man!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh?
Boy I'm stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the dick
She wanna suck on the dick
She wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this shit, give her to clique
Give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the dick
Pray for this shit, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger
I got my hand on her pussy, all of these niggas they pussy
He run away like a wuss, I got the paper like books
I can't pull up bitch I'm booked
Walked in that bitch and the bitches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop in the tub
Wash my lil balls while I make a lil call
Nigga, fuck yo squad
A$AP nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that