Lyrical Breakdown of Will Blast - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Will Blast" 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 "Will Blast" 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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Will-will-will-will
W-w-will-will blast if we motherfucking have to
Three 6 Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Will-will-will-will
W-w-will-will blast if we motherfucking have to
Three 6 Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Say hello to Three 6 Mafia
Got the stick up through the mask, we be watching ya
And we quick to biggy bang bang a rookie
Trip you like a cookie
'Fore you know it, you'd be saying Killaman is too fast
You got Miss Lady Gangsta Boo
Coming to you with a whole bunch of shit that's gon' fuck your ass up
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga get buckwild
In this muthafucka, let me see you do your stuff
Will blast if we motherfucking have to
Tie your body up with the string from your tennis shoes
Juicy J in the house, puffin on a light Kool
Those who wanna step to the click, it's a murder, fool
Who I be? Crunchy Black
You'll know who I am when I come up from the back
Kicking dough, making hoes
Lay it down 'cause I gotta have a motherfucking pocket fat
I'm the nigga Lord Infamous, the Scarecrow
Demons be dancing 'round my throne
I don't know why every time I see your face
I'ma spread like Rome, bring it on, Jerome
Who that be between them trees
Trying to take a peek at me from stairs
If you from these other realms
I tell your group have nothing left