Lyrical Breakdown of Hunterish - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hunterish" 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 "Hunterish" 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.
- 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 Tech N9ne's narrative.
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You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da bunga
It's fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the ding ta feed muh hunga
I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch n munch on a clit, dunk on a dick
Somethin sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna, bring the thunda
I be the king'a kung, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya
I - eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lisagna
I - skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue
Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya
The gal sho look like fuck food ta me
Might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free
I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree
If the shell fits, I'm the dust, you is dibres, trick
If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns're thick to make my lumber spit
And my whole crew hunt
Want some'a that new chum
Kerri Hilson, sho looks good
Taste good too punk
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
I think i take notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at
Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that
Can't stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at
Them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that
I got bottle full'a captain n jack, n I'm ready to get it crackin
Baby now tell me whut'chu wanna do
I got a package full a magnums that's back at the pad if you wanna attack
Then I'm a be strapped up for you
And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd!
It's open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled
Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin
Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in
Show me her naval ring, said there's one more underneath it
Tech I don't believe, Kalli whut you think? (Let me see it!)
The newest member of the Drill Team
I'm on the prowl
Just a wiff'a the feminin scent I'm equpin for infinite pimpin, it's goin down
See baby girl, I'll beat it up, and put it in a headlock
When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
I'm a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors
Cause they desprite house wives, is just my flavor
Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber
And they like my hard candy covered now and later
Spear chuck'a mutha (Hey!) I'm a hunta, gathera
Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal
Bend'er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin'er
Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage'r
Bring it ouha I'm eatin bush babies right out the showa
Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine
We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish
I gobble the top ya like it was licorish
I even tell fat girls (Hey!) come here, are ya ticklish?
Dirk Diggler, might hurt'cha but might fit'cha
Honey want a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha
S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up
Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up cause, ya-ya-ya
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish