Lyrical Breakdown of Eww Eww Eww (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Eww Eww Eww (Remix)" 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 Young Thug 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 Young Thug's narrative.

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Ft. T.I., Zuse Thugga, I'mma kill one of these suckas Pussy ass nigga can't tell me nuttin' Beat a nigga head with a Louie bitch stucka Shoot a nigga dead then feed 'im to the gutter Beat 'im, like a lil' bitch I treat 'im Zone on sight, like this I greet 'em (Braaaah!) Talk that shit nigga now?! Get yo act gunned down, nigga, in my town, I run it Sucka nigga now he don't want it Ain't nobody gon' keep me from walkin' up on it Nigga lil' run around talkin' to authority(?) Pray to God man down(?) let 'em fly my poney Hold up, we a rolla, hop outta that lla Spittin' this a catch, excess to a blower Cuz you were so dumb, absolutely no-one could say You front around down, break it to yo ass I don't? in with you or anyone you knowin' I rather you don't go in, you ain't even know no ins Suf came smother you, I ain't gon' leave you knowin' Er'body know you ain't got no in Cousin, know the clown hit the town kick yo door in I'm lookin' at the hammer, barrel and the jaw in(?) Door in the back fo' the thang start blowin' I get goin', splatter yo brains on the floor I'm like () Eww Eww Eww (thugga) (nasty) (disgusting) Eww Eww Eww (doctor) (nasty) (disgusting) () What you gonna do when I pull up on you, nigga? (I don't know, I don't know, I don't know) Pussy nigga know that he a cat like Tigger (For sure, for sure) Beat the pussy nigga with the baseball bat Pull up with them F&Ns comin' out the hatch Pussy mothafucka scared to say it to my front So I'm blowin' out his back Point it at his liver make the nigga reconsider Bands in my pants got me lookin' a little bigger Red just like Elmo, but I never fuckin' giggle You can suck my pickle for a nickel () Eww Eww Eww Eww Eww Eww () Got ya muthafucka at the stoplight Poink poink poink hold the gun tight Yeah, I'm bout the spinach, boi, Popeye Niggas want beef with my hot frief(?) Cross me, nigga, get baptized Yes, muthafucka, I'm the bad die Blow you away like a landmine Dead! Flat line I'mma god and I put that on mankind Bullet turn U at a stop sign Swoll up pussy nigga if he that fine(?) Led a nigga up, let 'em tuck(?) and beg Back a nigga up like the yuck got the egg Lick a nigga out like an ounce to the dread These niggas straight pussy, ain't voucher for them Ice cold nigga like a muthafuckin' gem Branch out nigga like the muthafuckin' stems Put a nigga off, ain't time put up with them Bitch nigga, I'm fowl with the pen Lay a nigga down, watch him die at the end 4-5 nigga, it's a 9 out a 10 Pussy on my dick, you a not of my friend Which one o' y'all wanna try this again?! Which one o' y'all wanna call me again? Big body, thick sun, hot in the benz Flippin' the flow outcommon again Riggidy raggidy, rhyme in the den Pussy nigga, it's applyin' to him VIP, ain't no linin' fo him Fuck around, nigga, yo chances are slim Flexin' on 'em, exercise in the gym Ballin' on 'em, got my hand in the rim () Eww Eww Eww Eww Eww Eww