Lyrical Breakdown of CAME2KILL - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "CAME2KILL" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how XXXTENTACION weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "CAME2KILL" 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 XXXTENTACION 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 XXXTENTACION's narrative.

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Yuh, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm off the acid, oh no Cris Dinero on the track Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a lama That bitch don't understand When she just don't want no drama That baby drama, mama I don't wanna talk about it Bitch I came to kill, on my momma Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a lama That bitch don't understand When she just don't want no drama That baby drama, mama I don't wanna talk about it Well hello there Ayy, crack on me, crack on, crack on me like Lamar Odom Head bust, fucking head bust your head open She gon' bust her legs wide open, pussy broken, uh On yo' block, all up on yo' block, all I see is smokin', ayy uh Wait, uh, huh, ayy, my dick in my glock, ayy My blade dark like cops, ayy What's that? What's that? Red dot (bop, bop, bop, BOP!) Grrra! Gratata, ayy Shoot at pussy boys Can't fuck with pussy boys Put a pistol on pussy boys In Jesus' name— Bitch, I came to kill You and yo' momma Boo-boo-boo-boo Yo' medulla oblongata Blood drippin', it spill Look like salsa Cock back it up, yeah That back probably be auto Really?