Lyrical Breakdown of School Shooters - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "School Shooters" 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 "School Shooters" 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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I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws, get fucked up
Hang his ass from flagpoles with sad souls
The innocent, who the fuck's protecting us?
Boy, you better buckle up
'Cause I got questions for you fucks
I've had enough
Triple X, I just popped a triple X, uh
A school shooter, I just need attention, yeah, uh
Tell the principal, I ain't got no principles
I don't need no school, I got internet, yeah
Kids at school calling me different, yeah
So I'm tryna work on my differences, yeah
Cool kids at school smoke bigarettes
Teens with nicotine or with liquor breath
Or the semi-TEC at school, what's the bigger threat?
Intellect mixed with inner stress
That's a recipe for disaster
If you don't believe me, go ask any chef
School shooter, I just need mental help
Saved by the bell, I can't hear the bell
Give me bad grades, I don't give a F
Get in front of my classmates and kill myself
I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws, get fucked up
Hang his ass from flagpoles with sad souls
The innocent, who the fuck's protecting us?
Boy, you better buckle up
'Cause I got questions for you fucks
I've had enough
Ah, I got a question, where was protection?
How did this happen?
Can we go backwards?
(Can we go backwards? Can we go backwards? Can we go backwards?)
I got a question
I got a question, I got a question, shooter
School shooter, I taught 'em a lesson
Yeah