Lyrical Breakdown of Need Some Help (feat. Twiztid, - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Need Some Help (feat. Twiztid," 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 "Need Some Help (feat. Twiztid," 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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Lord, look over us Let it be a peaceful journey and not danger in any way Because I don't like these mother fuckers This whole world is fucked up and I'm a product of this fucked up world I need help! First, let me start this rhyme out with some truth I was shaking and sweating like Colin Farrel in a phone booth Visions inhaling off my brains, like flames And constraints, like chains, all comes together like drugs to veins So tell me what the fuck is wrong with me Even groupie bitches never get involved with me 'Cause I hear voices? I make murderous choices? Stare at their crotches while I mumble strange noises? Fuck it, I guess it really doesn't matter, not here to impress 'em Just infect 'em and make their brains splatter I shovel two garbage bags in a shallow grave I speak in tongues and cut my face every time I shave A ritual habitual, so pick the principles Deadly syllables, forget three second intervals A mind that's fucked up, so suspect, so criminal Put you in the ground with the phosphates and minerals These boys really need some help (this is true) 'Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too) Scatter-brain they may seem (somebody) Come wake them from this dream (they need some help) I'm the pinnacle of strangeness I peel away the paint an' flesh 'Til I'm faceless, unnecessary anguish Nothing but a voice now Bleedin' on the track, with the belief That if it's dead it can come back I ate my soul, I swallowed it whole And stitched up my torso with a handful of staples The walking dead, deaf, dumb, and blind Stab both of my eyes, but I can see you with my mind I tried pills, jumping off of window sills But, nothing could fulfill my thrill to just kill myself I won't lie, I really need a lot of help I won't die, but I really like to try like hell But now I found a group of people just like me Tech N9ne, Prozak, Kaliko, all Strange, see? No secret that I do weird shit I take a hooker and I make her my bitch And mouth-kiss her in the mosh pit These boys really need some help (this is true) 'Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too) Scatter-brain they may seem (somebody) (Tech n9ne!) Come wake them from this dream (they need some help) Yo! Look at me close, homie My arms, they liberate me, crazy, baby Yo, why did thou create me? I'm a little to the left I am the incredible hetero devil Your mother and your chick lookin' edible, huh? That is always on my mind (What? Fuck! Yeah, yeah fuck!) If you in my way you gettin' bucked (Yeah! Yeah, bucked!) And I'on't mean bucked from a horse Seven twenty-nine, lifting nigga's up, but of course Sick in the cerebellum, nigga, yo chick gimme cerebellum He trip, then you better tell 'em I'm mad, shit Bastard, at last, he gon' get his ass kicked, really fast, quick Get his ass kick, I'm on a dead man project with Prozak At yo' doormat, don't treat a killa like co-jack Sometime, I feel the need to bleed me self Liberaté me, Lord, because I need help These boys really need some help (this is true) 'Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too) Scatter-brain they may seem (somebody) Come wake them from this dream (they need some help) These boys really need some help (this is true) 'Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too) Scatter-brain they may seem (somebody) Come wake them from this dream (they need some help)