Lyrical Breakdown of I Told 'Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Told 'Em" 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 "I Told 'Em" 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 Three 6 Mafia 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 Three 6 Mafia's narrative.

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I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be, I said I hate to be I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be I swear I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be, I said I hate to be I said I hate to be, I swear I hate to be Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show Young ho, gun let go, I've been gung-ho Run yo' click clean out of that shit Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin' with? D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it Prayin' when the red tape I'll introduce a faker to they maker Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em They called bullets and they burn just like a oven And we can do it however, it ain't no use to play Fire on a nigga like they used to say, ya I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be, I said I hate to be I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be I swear I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be, I said I hate to be I said I hate to be (Hands up, hands up), I swear I hate to be Wow oh Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street I don't need nobody else, whip you by myself One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf But you can't, 'cause you need a crew, extra fist or two Only one might really shoot, but that is not you-you-you And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up If you real nigga what the deal, take some weed or pills Maybe thinkin' get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel You a joke, and a fuck nigga, can't stand yo' grind But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be, I said I hate to be I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be I swear I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be, I said I hate to be I said I hate to be, I swear I hate to be Wow oh