Lyrical Breakdown of Planet Drool - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Planet Drool" 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 "Planet Drool" 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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Ski, Ski Bitch! If I go broke then I'ma bool with my tool (With my tool) You pull your shit, I pull my shit and let them duel (Let them duel) This ain't no dream bitch, this ain't no planet drool Don't be a fool, just let me bool (let me bool) If I go broke then I'ma bool with my tool (With my tool) This ain't no Beyblade, but bitch we gonna let them duel This ain't no dream bitch, this ain't no planet drool Don't be a fool, just let me bool Bitch! 5 hour bitch I need energy To beat the pussy make melodies I am the shit, know you smelling me (yeah) Don't fuck with John, fuck with Kennedy (ok) I want a Sub-Zero wrist Put some ice up on that bitch (oh bitch) Chef Boyardee in the kitchen (Why?) Bat the pot up with my fist You, you can't test us High as giraffe nuts Slow like molasses I reside in the body of a bastard Niggas try me then I Megaman blast them Nigga make or break that bitch i look upon my Wrist, and like a disc that bitch is dancing (shine) Lizard lick a bitch, that mean I rob her, Whip her like the movie taken this bitch mine If roll away, the summer time don't await for me If I ever break, them fuck them Bitch, fuck the state Then baby (Sit down, sit down)