Lyrical Breakdown of Toxic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Toxic" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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We'll count it up We'll use it, yeah I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah I'm on another level, gеt another tailor, comin' out like I'm outfitted I ain't signin' that dеal, I got to another bettor if I find an amount bigger He took that green flag and that red, representin' a grave digger I'm leavin' demons all in her head, tryna make sure she think different This my monkey suit (Go) I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe (Out that coupe) I'm too rich to take these risks but still gon' step on you Took my cash, man, chain, come out the window, shoot Steady blowin' that strap straight at your brain 'til I shoot through I need a hunnid mill', I done shared a hunnid tears He said, "Cool," and I say, "Fire" They know niggas die for real Prolly fire shells up in all my rides Bury him, he stay concealed 4KTrey, get faced lil' bitch Plan on slangin' all out on a tear I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record I can't take no chances, no, gon' ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah Stack it up, breakin' up, we countin' out red, you cover the whole scene Step on 'em, the conscience that fuck with my head, accept it like protein Nigga, rockabye, tryin', I put 'em to bed, get put in a long-sleeve (Status) Ball right, too much Off-White, I want Alexander McQueen Takin' one off and I ain't takin' one bean Buy like an iPhone, taste no lean I just want the bitch, finna get some credit She gon' want me for to get her a ring Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene Covered in gunpowder, still too clean Five percent with a strong-ass scent In an all-white car, you know that's me Prolly all-red, nigga know a big B Old lame ass niggas ain't better than me Now I'm on seven but then I get three Still won't stop, I'ma count on my feet (Come here) Tell me what they hear about I'm stuntin' it, like, who better than me? Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub' on feet Murder have me bleak, bitch, be deceased I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record I can't take no chances, no, gon' ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah Dope boy, you ain't fuckin' with me today slime I was sayin', ayy, he wasn't stayed up all night or somethin', you hear me? I did, hey, you motherfucka, two days