Lyrical Breakdown of SLMD Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SLMD Remix" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- 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 "SLMD Remix" 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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Just like at Pizza Hut, I serve your order
And might I just mention, I just met yo' mother (Boom)
Her nose is humongous, Mr. Krabs' Daughter (Bitch)
She got a big head like on the fuckin' quarter (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Top rope (Ayy)
Swingin' in the pussy, Rey Mysterio (Swingin' in the)
619 to her pussy hole (Pussy hole)
Bite-bite (Bite-bite)
Hit it too hard, she might cry-cry (Bitch)
Yuh, VR lifestyle, lil' bitch (VR, bitch)
Gling, what the fuck, stop
May I, come get
Your auntie neck 'bout as long as a NASCAR race, nigga
Listen up, lil' boy
Ayy, ayy
Hot boy I might need a ceiling fan (It's hot)
Peter Pan fly, hot like summer tan (Sing it)
Popeye, flex strong, spinach can (Flex, flex)
Your diamonds dirty (Wet, flex)
Look at this, dirty dan, ayy
Nutter and butter
Is what I left on the chin of yo' mother (Chin)
Fuck with two bitches, that be my wishes
I'm feelin' like Danny Glover (Two bitches)
Under the covers, handin' me out
Damn, that lil' bitch's a slugger (White back)
Some of my niggas is still sellin' dimes
Dodge a cop car like it’s Frogger (Frogger)
Dick in her mouth like a Black & Mild
When I fuck doggy style I be like roof (Stank)
I'm a clown, but yo' bitch like my style (Wet, flex)
Fuck a damn camel toe, she got a hoof
No, I'm not a cook
I'm Ratatouille, spilled sauce on my foot (Cook)
Just like my right, I'm a hook
I want the booty like I'm Captain Hook
Rest in peace to Bernie (Rest in)
So I got a mac (Got it)
Red dot like a red light (Bitch)
Stop him, heart attack (Woo)
Talkin' cray, talkin' cray, Kevin Hart
He gon' learn today (Bitch)
Ski's flow clean like a LeBron fadeaway (Look at it, look at it)
Ayy
Just like at Pizza Hut, I serve your order
And might I just mention, I just met yo' mother
Her nose is humongous, Mr. Krabs' Daughter
She got a big head like on the fuckin' quarter
Top rope (Top rope)
Swingin' in the pussy, Rey Mysterio (Swingin' in the)
619 to her pussy hole (Pussy hole)
Bite-bite (Bite)
Hit it too hard, she might cry-cry (Okay)
Eat on that pussy like bath salts (Bitch)
'Til I make a million not takin' my durag off (Bitch, bitch)
Chain on me wet like I put Axe on
Niggas be some pussies just like in the show Cat-Dog
Fuck on your mother with slacks on (Look at it)
When she be doin' that back talk (Back talk)
B-Mac I just spilled some sauce though, ayy
Shout-out my parents and Rick Ross hoe, ayy, ayy, ayy
Rest in peace to Bernie (Bernie)
So I got a mac (Got my mac)
Red dot like a red light (Hit 'em)
Stop him, heart attack (Pussy hoe)
Talkin' cray, Kevin Hart
He gon' learn today
Ski's flow clean like a LeBron fadeaway (Bitch)
Rest in peace to Bernie (Come here)
So I got a mac (Alright)
Red dot like a red light
Stop him, heart attack (Wait, wait)
Talkin' cray, Kevin Hart
He gon' learn to-fuckin'-day (Yup)
Ski's flow clean, like a LeBron fadeaway
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, woo, woo
I'ma whip you like your auntie boy, bye
Ayy ayy ayy
Ayy! Bitch