Lyrical Breakdown of Kill Everything - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kill Everything" 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 "Kill Everything" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Every fucking thing that crawls, is going to pay The following is a DJ Skee presentation Datpiff.com world premiere Yo killa B, drop it right here, c'mon (DJ Skee) Operation kill everything, kill everything Married to myself, fuck a wedding ring Tried that shit twice, gave that girl everything She a good woman, she got good goals Love her to death but can't be in that fishbowl Niggas gotta live And what the fuck does it matter if I take care of my kids I got three of them little niggas And every time they smile, I see me in them little niggas I get my heart, I get my soul And nobody fucking with me 'til Harlem 20 years old And that day I'm gon' retire, look back at my career Like I started from the bottom, now I'm mo'fuckin' here Look back at my career like I started- Started to do something, shit I've been working out for two summers In the gym, iPod on Cruel Summer When everybody dope in your clique, you do numbers But I ain't got no clique Still got the same cars, and broads sucking my dick Still fuck the same stars that (uh) up in my six Still finding old panties and bras up in my whip This bitch got my dick hard as Roc Nation That's like Cole and Hov at a show keeping fans waiting And you know they ain't go do that Girl go and do that Guess it's time to turn up I got a whole lot of marijuana to burn up And I ain't mean to make you stop But it ain't a party without Aquahydrate and Ciroc so (You are now logged on to Datpiff.com) Hey yo, what up Game? What's up? It's your boy Diddy man I'm just gettin' back from Vegas Yeah man, party was off the chain Well, I'm back in sunny California And it never rains in southern California Yeah, yeah, yeah, all that man So I decided to throw this white party man So I'm all up at the mansion right now I just emptied out the pool, filled it up with Aquahydrate So you know when the chicks is in the pool, they correctly balanced And also, we got the Ciroc fountains overflowin' Blue dot, red dot, white dot Man, I want you to come and bring the whole crew Bring that west coast love, the all white party man And we goin' to leave colors at home, I know you wanna wear all red man But you gotta wear all white to this one man And tell Snoop that too, he gotta wear all white to this one man I see y'all at the white party at the mansion man Hey yo, let's get it Love Hey yo, Chuck for real, wear all white Lucky, this Ash, I got this fire ass kush from my cousin I'ma come over and smoke it later, aight? Aight Hey Lucky, this Andrea Just comin' from this bitch Ashley house I'm 'bout to suck the skin off yo' dick, and she ain't e'en know it Fuck she just say? Hey Lucky, this Andrea Just comin' from this bitch Ashley house I'm 'bout to suck the skin off yo' dick, and she ain't e'en know it I guess we going to Diddy's It ain't a party without the king of the fucking city Handsome ass nigga, these bitches is fucking with me Woke up in that new Bugatti, these pigs ain't fuckin' with me I'm like Dr. J with his 'fro Something like Boston George with the blow Pumping white, how I got it just so you know Slummer light, how I'm zipping up all this dough Summer nights, we at Toxic with all these hoes Then we back at the mansion, take off them clothes I let my niggas hit it first, I'm in and out Just as quick as niggas spit a verse then they out Then I'm back to the booth Rollin' up, sipping some 80 proof And I don't chase the liquor or these hoes Heard Jordan got some new shit out, Boog order those Just bought me a Ghost like where the Rolls Perrier Jouët, supperclub with all my bros Can't get none of my bitches to wear they clothes Plus I sit back and still get paid like Derrick Rose Stat, we done started somethin' Stat, we done started somethin' Stat, we done started somethin' Ready To Die, Illmatic or Tha Carter somethin' Unzip that Louie duffle, go buy a car or something We done started somethin' Stat, we done started somethin' Ready To Die, Illmatic or Tha Carter somethin' Kill everything