Lyrical Breakdown of Fuck Em' Girl - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fuck Em' Girl" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fuck Em' Girl" 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 Tech N9ne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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It's Friday night, just got paid*

She's lookin' for a little bit of action captain to get saved

So you go straight to the mall and call your girlfriend up tell her you bought a fuck 'em

Ggirl dress nuttin' less-more-than-a thinner-sinner-Chris Dior fitter

You gotcha hair did or that there wig

Sho a fitter gotcha own sitter for that there kid

She's goin' out to find a thick stout to out her dig

That dress' fittin' catcher's mitten is out there big

Your manicured and pedicured up and lookin' like you wanna

Your man's hittin' your phone up say fuck 'em if you wanna

Lip gloss is on her blow that mirror a kiss and if your man

Gotcha stressin' put on your dress and don't listen and sing

I can't wait til I get there, step in the club lookin' playa playa

Grab your keys and beat it to the spot

Where you guess you'll find you a nigga buyin' a two for one special

Exceptional sexual healin' is what your cravin'

You're pagin' you but fuck how he's feelin'

Fuck'em girl, fuck 'em It's your time to get out

No time for thinkin' of'em

Now this is a story, all about how these chicks get tricked and don't know how

So I'd like to take a second and explain to them

How all this craziness evolves out of relationships, listen...

He never used to hit ya, he always used to treat ya

With some respect and dignity, and now he wanna beat ya

Six months done passed and he's changed

You never woulda thought he'd be crazy and deranged, huh

Just the way he approached was so sweet

He let you know you was far away from a (late night creep)

Mister telephone man when he what'nt with ya

Bobby browny and Whitney, you found you a new edition, and

In the beginning it was grinings from the sit down

Til he let you know that it was all on a bitch now

When, after you had you a baby, he wanna start arguing his excuse to start

Sipping the Remy Martin, darkening this relationship

Now every lady grab yo bics if you relate to this

You need ta, get up out those drawers

And put on some lip gloss, throw on a thong

Now make your way to the closet and

Feel like I, was put here for the female species

Hella listening watching whispering offerings no feces

When the back is obese we double back and go deeply

In her life in her mind never hate but'll go extra time if need be

Easy for me to connect so peep me

In the club I take her some place we can talk discretely

You're creep free definitely that heats me

Your body's wop bobba lu bop so hot baby teach me

How to get up inside it ride it, chakras are now ignited

That's a beautiful smile don't hide it

Getting Tech the n9ne excited

Stress free I bet she so Nestle

Wanna know how wicked the sex be don't test me

Drink your drink eat your cherry and tie the stem

This is your world mommy ain't said a damn thing about him