Lyrical Breakdown of Skeleton - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Skeleton" 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 "Skeleton" 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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Whole lotta red, uh Whole lotta red One shot to the head (One shot to the head) Nigga, you dead I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga Kill a nigga off red Just bought a new K That's a brand new leg Got a brand new bitch That's some brand new friends, huh Got a brand new bag, hold up And some brand new ends, hold up Got a brand new coupe, uh That's a brand new Benz, huh Got a brand new watch, uh Skeleton, hold up (What?) BD, huh (What?) That's a bust-down, huh Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back) Shawty come 'round, huh (What?) Shawty know (Uh) Ain't a nigga I trust (Yeah) I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch) Bullets, they rush (Yeah) I turned that ho to a slut (Ah) Shawty gon' fuck (Ayy) We pour that four in the stuff I wanna fuck this shit up I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck? Where the hell we goin'? Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up) Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt) Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) Gone Hit them bullets right-right to your dome Whole lotta red, uh Whole lotta red One shot to the head (One shot to the head) Nigga, you dead I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga Kill a nigga off red Just bought a new K That's a brand new leg Got a brand new bitch That's some brand new friends, huh Got a brand new bag, hold up And some brand new ends, hold up Got a brand new coupe, uh That's a brand new Benz, huh Got a brand new watch, uh Skeleton, hold up Whole lotta red, uh Whole lotta red One shot to the head (One shot to the head) Nigga, you dead I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga Kill a nigga off red Just bought a new K That's a brand new leg Got a brand new bitch That's some brand new friends, huh Got a brand new bag, hold up And some brand new ends, hold up Got a brand new coupe, uh That's a brand new Benz, huh Got a brand new watch, uh Skeleton, hold up