Lyrical Breakdown of Piss On Your Grave (feat. Kanye West) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Piss On Your Grave (feat. Kanye West)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Travis Scott feat. Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Piss On Your Grave (feat. Kanye West)" 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 Travis Scott feat. Kanye West 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 Travis Scott feat. Kanye West's narrative.

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Yo, yo, yo

I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave

This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, nigga, behave

Nigga, behave, nigga, behave

Us niggas, we can't behave

We mobbed on the pave, got treated like slaves

Young niggas treated like slaves

This the moment I've been waiting for

This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for

Told momma, "Bitch, get back in the door"

I've been comin' up and down, a nigga can't take no more

Kamikaze over commas

Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, I can't fit in

Poppin' pills since droppin' Ritalins

Pop a penicillin, nigga, you gotta get with it

My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now

The same fuckers used to doubt

All preachin' that they proud

I pull my zipper down and whip it out

Piss in your grave, piss in your grave

Turn this up, teacher

Play this in the third grade, in the third grade

Can't hide from the truth

Now, we 'bout to go ape, we 'bout to go ape

These streets is not safe

These niggas ain't playin', these niggas ain't playin', huh?

These niggas ain't playin'

This for my fam, this for the fam, do this for the fam

Hop out of the Lamb', hop onto the 'Gram

What the fuck was you sayin'?

Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave

I'll piss on your face

I'll piss on your bitch, I'll piss on your date, ugh

Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'?

Me and La Flame, is you not entertained?

Huh