Lyrical Breakdown of Daemons - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Daemons" 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 "Daemons" 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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Cocaine, cocaine Two shots for me and fuckin' Jesus himself Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt? Tie it around his neck and get to fucking bucklin' up For every moment I counted on him, I'm fuckin' him up Torture victims are due to scriptures, it's written and such So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut Cut his tongue out and hammered fuckin' nails in his skull Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so If there's a fucking -, I wanna slit his fucking throat And feed his organs to the children And shower solutions to the black and the white And endless indulgence to the youth in the night Cult scripture, we're all used to be causin' a ruck Drownin' women and many children and pillaging trust Just the minimum, murdered many in sake of himself He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf Slow dancin' with the devil in a burnin' room Two-stepping ahead until they lock me in a tomb Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb Satan preyin' on me, she been throwin' souls inside the wombs Life shouldn't eat you up, spit you out, beat you up But, bitch, the third eye stay open, don't think I blink enough Maybe I see too much, baby, I can't call it I leave my soul in these bars like a alcoholic I can't trust nobody I'll put that on my mind, soul, and my whole body I see demons, and there's nothin' they don't know about me No matter how much I try to hide, they gon' find me So now I never run from it 'cause I come from it I never lied, I reside in the beast's stomach I looked the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin' I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep cummin', keep cummin' I just found out family and enemies could be different I was steppin' over syringes that's in my kitchen After mama died, I couldn't go to the bathroom Without gettin' some second-hand heroin high while pissin' This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with What you know about comin' home to your shit missin' And findin' out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it? This is just me paintin' addiction These niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean Niggas stole my denim jeans, den of thieves DVD, literally anything Food I bought from the vending machine Credit card crack any door like janitor keys Niggas even took credit for the man I would be (ah) And if I let him, he would probably take twenty percent, manager fee I'm so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve I got blood on the fuckin' leaves of my family tree Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me She lost her whole damn life from symptoms of poverty Grew up with crown fried chicken cloggin' my arteries Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin' me Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfillin' prophecy This just how I introduce myself properly Kemba