Lyrical Analysis of...
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- *VERSE 3 DnVicious*
- poof, appearance created in a cloud of submissive smoke
- blokes choke because of my vicious killing drilling flows
- youre the one who made me the monster to do so
- youre the one who i owe my life to, the one lyrical critic i know
- it's because you lifted me off the ash that i managed to come back
- spit rash trash and crash on a person's doormat
- flash about metaphors till they can't take anymore crap
- I'm zoning out with you helping me to write my rhymes on my pad
- showing up to these bullies who think that they own the place when they rag
- but we got the whole crew now, who the fuck can talk trash
- when we create chaos, a cataclysmic catastrophe attacking back
- snapping backs, crapping on fags and taking out the trash to make sure
- they never come back cut off their legs and hands
- and when they did that to me, all i ever did was bite back
- let's see if they can spike that, spike me in the process
- but they shall see that i'll rise back and make their life processes regret
- messing with a psychopath waving around hacksaws and hacking at their
- toolkits below their own belts, make them low shelved, skin out their low
- heads
- IQ tests call them potatoes or bone heads
- BIRD BRAINED BULLIES biting me will never bite back ever again
- Neston better watch out because I'm having a fucking blow out
- youre the first wheel of the car we built up, telling us to slow down
- fuck no, they puncture you, we'll give them a fucking puncture too
- an eye for an eye, well fuck them, i'll make it a tooth for their roots
- pluck out their seeds and shove it up their jugular arteries
- bitches get scared, Genesis is gonna make you get snared in the process
- you Neston kids mess with him again, we'll fuckin call in the rape train
- and take you to platform 8 and let the games begin again
- i'll punch their lights out of their heads but they can't do that to me
- since i dont have any upstairs, but hell that's why i'll get in half assed
- so you guys can kiss my ass and suck my nuts quack assed jackass
- i'll open up the D.O.D so you can go back and say hi to your mom for me
- the bomb just entered the scene cracking open their spleens
- disfiguring all you retards into useless smithereens
- I'm like Yosemite Sam playing around with TNT
- while youre Tasmanian getting bombarded in every scene
- call me crazy, we shake down the whole place baby
- I'm going with a change of pace try calling me crazy
- here's a bomb as a birthday gift and my phone number's there so call me
- maybe
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LYRICAL GRADE
B
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
180
Total Syllables
603
Rhyming Lines
39/45
Unique Words
60.7%
Slang
4.7%
Profanity
2.9%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.34
Word Cloud
3 8 verse dnvicious poof appearance created cloud submissive smoke blokes choke vicious killing drilling flows youre one made monster owe life lyrical critic know it's lifted ash managed come back spit rash trash crash person's doormat flash metaphors till can't take anymore crap i'm zoning out helping write rhymes pad showing up bullies think place rag whole crew now fuck talk create chaos cataclysmic catastrophe attacking snapping backs crapping fags taking make sure never cut legs hands bite let's see spike process shall i'll rise processes regret messing psychopath waving around hacksaws hacking toolkits below belts low shelved skin heads iq tests call potatoes bone bird brained biting again neston better watch having fucking blow first wheel car built telling slow down puncture we'll give eye well tooth roots pluck seeds shove jugular arteries bitches scared genesis gonna snared kids mess fuckin rape train platform games begin punch lights dont upstairs hell that's half assed guys kiss ass suck nuts quack jackass open dod go hi mom bomb entered scene cracking spleens disfiguring retards useless smithereens yosemite sam playing tnt tasmanian getting bombarded crazy shake baby going change pace try calling here's birthday gift phone number's maybe xxxxxxx
Profanity
crap, fuck, fags, fucking, bitches, fuckin, hell, ass
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