Lyrical Breakdown of Blade ft. XXXTENTACION & THESLUMPGOD[prod.MORTEM} - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ski Mask the Slump God weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blade ft. XXXTENTACION & THESLUMPGOD[prod.MORTEM}" 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 Ski Mask the Slump God employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Aye Ski, they not expectin' this one Anything, is possible Anything is possible I'm on a drug, binge, aye! Rules, I bend, aye! Like Constantine, devil want my soul Drug, binge, aye aye Rules, I bend Like Constantine, devil want my soul Okay like oh no, look at wrist You bitches whippin' up the bowl Yo' not talkin' bricks, you been getting wet like egg yolk She not from Dimmsdale But she gon' give me Dimmadome Oh no look at your aunt Her feet black just like a crow Okay like, Doctor Doofenshmirtz Coat bought my girl work so it's her collection I don't pistol pack in Red Dead Redemption Cowboy boots with the spur Been lost with the jugg walk With the sauce with the saber tooth fur How do I explain the way she grip on my dick just like butter that churn Krispie Kreme but my sauce Never empty, humpty dumpty, how I crack her Like a nut cracker all the best crispy, wish list Creep, creep Crawling like I'm just from centipede Bulletproof vest like I'm 50 Feeling like a Public toilet Full of bear hibernation pee pee I'm on a drug, binge Rules, I bend Like Constantine, devil want my soul Drug, binge, aye Rules, I bend aye aye Like Constantine, devil want my soul Okay like oh no, look at wrist You bitches whippin' up the bowl Yo' not talkin' bricks you been with, get wet like egg yolk She not from Dimmsdale But she gon' give me Dimmadome Oh no look at your aunt Her feet black just like a crow Okay like guillotine, our team In that pussy Why your bitch look like Ming With a pussy I can't swim Just like I'm raving no dice I'm so raven idea I had a dream, like I am Martin Luther When she suck my dick she make me feel it in my toes She look like she need some dick she suck me Don't wanna go She gon' fuck my nigga for a place to stay fo' sho You are irrelevant I'm going celibate Don't want your bitch you can keep her amor I'm on a drug, binge Rules, I bend Like Constantine, devil want my soul Drug, binge Rules, I bend Like Constantine, devil want my soul Okay like oh no, look at wrist You bitches whippin' up the bowl Yo' not talkin' bricks you been with, get wet like egg yolk She not from Dimmsdale But she gon' give me Dimmadome Oh no look at your aunt Her feet black just like a crow