Lyrical Breakdown of TOXIC - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TOXIC" 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 "TOXIC" 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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Uh, the moshpit, been toxic I got too much profit I got too much profit I got too much profit Uh, the moshpit, been toxic I got too much profit I got too much profit (lil' Carti, lil' Carti) I got too much profit Uh, I just spent the Bakchich I just brought a brand new Jeep (yeah) And I brought a SRT (yeah) And I brought a AMG I just got a brand new fleet (yeah) I just fucked a brand new freak (yeah) And she got them titties did And she got that ass did White diamonds, Caucasian (yeah) Every day, amazing (yeah) My new bitch a Blasian I fuck her like I'm crazy Try to rep my gang, you not my gang, I might just take it (yeah) Homixide, we killin' everything (yeah), we keep it gangsta' Uh, the moshpit, been toxic I got too much profit I got too much profit I got too much profit Uh, the moshpit, been toxic I got too much profit I got too much profit I got too much profit I study the streets, how you gonna go to war with a genius? This ain't community service, but I came in with them street sweepers Your boyfriеnd is a follower Why don't you come roll with the lеaders? She told me she loves me, ha, woah, I told her, "I'm speechless" I'm The Omen, heart is frozen, if it ain't fam', I got no emotions Like poker, when I poke 'em, wireless texts, just hold 'em We got the club goin' up like Makkonen Everyday, we're cashin' 'em checks, Big Smoke, you know the slogan I need a million dollars, I need a million euros I need a million pounds, your wifey ringin' me down She said I was trash, you feelin' me now Uh, Playboi, tell 'em, I broke America, big in the east I'm big in the west, I'm big in the south Big racks, they jump out the house The moshpit, been toxic I got too much profit I got too much profit I got too much profit Uh, the moshpit, been toxic I got too much profit I got too much profit I got too much profit