Lyrical Breakdown of Gotta Touch 'em (Pt. II) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gotta Touch 'em (Pt. II)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gotta Touch 'em (Pt. II)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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What's up, Paul, mane Shit Yeah, mane, check this shit out, mane You know what I'm sayin'? I was at the club, and I overheard some niggas talkin', mane You know what I'm sayin'? Talkin' about how much they robbed this nigga for You know what I'm sayin'? I think we need to touch them fools How much dope them niggas got? Mane, they got a whole bunch of shit They was just runnin' they mouth, you know what I'm sayin'? I was just listenin', I think we need to touch them fools Mmh-hmm We can scope them niggas We can do that shit right now We can touch them bitches Yeah Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the cut With the mask and the pistol grip Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the Psycho in the cut with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the cut With the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the Psycho in the cut with the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed This shit is beginnin' to come into focus But no one can figure out Infamous murderous, dark psychosis Trippin', I'm runnin' the darkness I'm loadin' berettas, I'm jackin' yo' ho shit A posse of satanic mobbers We comin' to smuggle and leave 'em in puddles of plasma I'm comin' for stashes, for cash, then blast Until everyone in here passed out My fellow man, you cannot comprehend strength of the Devil military killers Execution to death, you be sentenced I pop Nina into your head through the pillow The Tre-six nigga, comin' to injure you at nightfall Give it up or this desert eagle shall make death fall up on you all Come on, mane, you finna let me keep one of the OZ's, mane, just an OZ? Nah bitch Aww dog, can I have some mercy, can I have some mercy, mane? Nah bitch A couple of hundred, mane, just a couple of hundred, mane A couple hundred? Check it out, my nig I'm gonna kill you anyway, you won't need none of that shit Ran through the backyard Jumped the gate to the corner of the back street Hopped into the steamer, tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seat I'm comin' to rush 'em son, crush 'em son, buck my gun I'm gonna reach out and touch someone I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the cut With the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the Psycho in the cut with the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the cut With the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the Psycho in the cut with the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I got a problem, money dividends, gotta solve them The only thing goin' through my head is "murder and rob them" I heard they got cash, I gotta touch they ass Quick, fast, in a hurry, get away with a fuckin' dash Every night I sit and think on why these hoes keep playin' with me They gonna make me click up, clique up quick And they don't wanna see my bad side P, they gonna make me transform to another man And make they mothafuckin' ass do the Devil dance Crunchy Black, bitch, comin' at you, hoe Easy come, easy go, easily we kick in doors I gotta touch 'em In my fuckin' head, I vision bloody red As I chopped off his fuckin' head, left him dead for them bitches A psycho at large, dumb bitch, don't step to this armored squad I'm harder, I go and I rip you apart Like a prey that wants the predator Gon' need for them paramedics See wait for the Koopsta scared 'em Sc-scared a bitch, and left 'em sittin' in hectic Now wait for that Armageddon, bitch I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the cut With the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the Psycho in the cut with the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the cut With the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em Psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the, psycho in the Psycho in the cut with the mask and the pistol grip I know he's bailed I hooked up with a few down niggas from the M-Town Then we started robbin' outta town, makin' 'em lay it down Touchin' crackers with a 12 gauge to they fuckin' back Stickin' up liquor stores, robbin' banks, plenty car-jacks Snatchin' old ladies purse, knockin' niggas to the dirt My nine gon' make yo' body hurt I'll put your body in a hearse Call me a playa hater, traitor, what you want, bitch Strapped with them thangs on your ass, hear them guns click Inside job, strictly robbin', so you better beware Of the nigga with a gat and mask, raise 'em in the air Now life was up and down for the Killaman as a youngster Stickin' these tricks up daily, you trippin', I'm still a hustler Cuttin' class, don't make my snaps behind the barrel shootin' craps I hit it up in a honeycomb, and smoke a fuckin' pamper house Hollerin' at my brother Phil D., I gotta get straight No thang, mane, he got me straight That thang, fool, be boomin' weight Hoppin' on my scooter with my ski mask and my Deuce-Deuce All blue joggin' suit, tube socks, and Cool J troops But now I'm getting older, comin' clean is what I'm hopin' And now that I got boulder, dope boys are what I'm scopin' Bitch, this is the touch