Lyrical Breakdown of Break A Bitch - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Break A Bitch" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Too Short weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Break A Bitch" 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 Too Short 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 Too Short's narrative.

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Wake yo' motherfuckin' ass up let's have a discussion right the fuck now Why you tryna question me, bitch? Don't ask me why I'm questioning you, nigga I'm still asleep, shut the fuck up Nah, nah, nigga I've been waiting for five hours, 15 minutes, 23 seconds (what?) And counting (What, bitch?) Get yo' ass up I woke up this morning on some new shit I rolled over like, "I need a new bitch" I sent a mass text out like "I'm cool" I'm done with you hoes, I swear I'm through So don't text me, and don't call me Don't hit me with a pocket dial saying "My fault" Erase my number, and my e-mail And that's all you need to know, no details And don't be on Instagram in my DM's Talkin' 'bout how you pregnant, you my BM I used a magnum every time, bitch, stop that Lying like that'll get you popped at And when you see me in the club, don't act like we still fuckin' Just hit me with that "What's up?" Or don't say nothin' Why I'm leaving? You really wanna know what the truth is? I'm tired of you, girl, I need a new bitch I need a new bitch Lose my number I need a new bitch Why you blowin' me up like a mad bitch? See my number in her phone under "Daddy dick" Don't be mad at me 'cause I had to, bitch OG player, I used to drive a Cadillac But I spent one hundred and sixty thousand on this sports car Got her in the front seat, she called me Short Dog I said, "Call me by my real name, Big Dick Dad" Now there's bitch ass niggas in her phone getting mad Don't ask me, ask her Can't afford therapy, go see your pastor Don't call or text me, now or next week She's always with me, and it's always sexy Three decades of game, still pimpin' hoes You need to let that shit go, what you trippin' fo'? Ain't no pearl like new pearl I said, "Bring yo' ass here," what it do, girl? She's so exotic, and exclusive I just might make her my new bitch I need a new bitch Lose my number I need a new bitch You better lose my number I need a new bitch I need a new one, a new bitch, bitch!