Lyrical Breakdown of Bitch You Ain't Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bitch You Ain't Shit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bitch You Ain't Shit" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.

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I got these freak hoes clappin' their hands, stompin' their feet Every now and then they put their mouth on me But these days a G like me can't even call it They ride dick until you sleep and then go through your wallet Fake ass, bitch ass, thot ass, slut ass hoes Workin' in secret Sunday, don't even wipe that pole Dirty bitch, you done had a dick in every one of your holes You a trick, you ain't shit and everybody knows Bitch you don't even wash your rag Let a nigga smash and you don't even wash your ass Fuck you mean? You 'bout to go home and take a shower That mean that pussy 'bout to be funky for a whole 'nother hour Every night you let a new nigga nut in your shit How you suck a nigga's dick with that cut on your lip? You freak bitch, your baby daddy in the county doin' burpies And you gave that nigga herpies Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit Everybody knows Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit Bitch you ain't shit, everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows Bitch you ain't shit Everybody knows, everybody knows Bitch you ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and sluts She asked to hold 500, I let her hold deez nuts Bitch what? You fuckin' niggas when you got cramps Talkin' bout eatin' groceries, bitch you on food stamps You gotta watch these hoes, they get your ass splattered homie Never trust a bitch if she got the hood tattered on her Brother, he a gunner, got an uncle from the hunters Two baby daddies, one from the 60s and one from the Jumpers Make it even worse, her whole family's full of killers After the funeral she right back to the followers and filters She got a Range and a Benz Doin' credit card schemes with her ratchet ass friends Bitch just stole a TV from Target Yellin' at her kids while Joseline and Stevie be arguin' She blocked from Drizzy's page now she all on my dick I hit her with a hashtag like (Bitch you ain't shit) Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit Everybody knows Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit Bitch you ain't shit, everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows Bitch you ain't shit Everybody knows, everybody knows Bitch you ain't shit