Lyrical Breakdown of Diary of a Mad Bitch - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Diary of a Mad Bitch" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Rapsody weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Diary of a Mad Bitch" 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 Rapsody 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 Rapsody's narrative.
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This is what you wanted, huh?
It's up for you, bro
I'm tired of you bitch-ass **** always lying and shit, ****
Well, I'll bring the bitch out
I gave you sage or rage
You want this kind of smoke, well here you go, motherfucker
Yeah, you was out here really doin' you
When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off
Bitch, I'm out here really doin' me
I'ma, I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off
You ain't think twice about it when you did me dirty, ****
You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me
Hurt dogs holla, all the fed-up bitches bark, woof
And **** gotta nerve to play confused, woof
I got a attitude, all you had to do was tell the truth
Talking sex wit' your old pussy like she Dr. Ruth
'Bout to blow my roof, the lyrical juice
This the diary of a mad bitch
Fed up with a dude, "****, fuck you!" (Fuck you)
Save that for your other ****
You don't wanna become my enemy
Talkin' to my maker, "God, please protect my energy"
Yeah, I'ma bitch about bitches who dropped their britches for a listen
Morticians, how you been bagging bodies, ambitions of cheatin' ****
Tuition for intuition, you playing games with my feelings
Too grown, singing I don't need nobody like Muni Long
Yeah, you was out here really doin' you
When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off
Bitch, I'm out here really doin' me
I'ma, I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off
You ain't think twice about it when you did me dirty, ****
You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep
I don't give a fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep
You gon' make the quiet bitch turn up like the crazy one
Step out, turnin' heads on you **** just like you Conway
When a real one talkin', bitch, shut the fuck up, you don't know me
And I'm tired of lyin' ****, save that cryin' shit for Taraji
I'm too raw for Jody's and young **** who only text wit' emojis
Big egos, you make it way too easy for RICCO
How you have the blueprint and the sequel and still fuck up?
Middle finger to the feds usin' our lyrics, that's some bitch shit
On my Shyne shit, like the president, how I pull up
Righteous, peace, peace but don't make the beast pull up
My brother, cousins, all of 'em crazy, don't make 'em pull up
Don't put me in a grave situation, this ain't the Thriller
And I'm still pissed off at Nip's killer, bitch!
And any other brother that kill another brother, that's bitch!
When it comes to the music industry, bitch, I'm fed up
Y'all lazy wit' this shit, everything look cookie cutter
We seen enough ass, that shit ain't even special no more
It's like breathin' and takin' a bath, it's some everyday shit
Too many of y'all ain't gave y'all respect to Lil' Kim
'Cause if we really talkin', she the Queen Bitch of this shit
Yeah, you was out here really doin' you
When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off
Bitch, I'm out here really doin' me
I'ma, I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off
You ain't think twice about it when you did me dirty, ****
You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep
I don't give a fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep
This is what you wanted, huh?
It's up for you, bro
What's up? C'mon, what's up?