Lyrical Analysis of...
Parking Violation
- Intro:
- (All staff may come to the packaging room)
- *beeping*
- Verse 1:
- Walking to the ShopRite
- I stop when I see the streetlight
- I’m less than devastating
- I cannot be a mean sight
- I see a hobo smoking in the packaging room
- And the employees only bathroom is stock full of goons
- This is a mystery
- A day of infamy
- A parking guarantee and volunteer I shed a tear
- When I see this damn 6 pack beer
- I’m left to rear the sight of mere
- Coincidence I left I’m smokin’ that EDP pack on the full day
- I got location, got loc nation, forwardation
- I forward this crap to the room, rumble humble
- And when the fat man sits down he stumbles
- On the chair, ain’t ever got no mobility scooters
- I keep getting ruder and see this man, he’s a booter
- I come up to him and say things even more so
- I’m glad you haven’t seen the damn grease on your torso
- I’m takin’ shots like Manson, ay
- I’m a go never ever dancin’, ay
- Never the epitome of a Hanson
- And I haven’t even got a parking violation
- Let alone a ticket, stop, record my interpolation, yeah
- Chorus:
- Good morning, U.S.A.
- I got a feeling that it’s gonna be a wonderful day
- The sun in the sky high with a smiley face
- Shining salute to the American race (yessir)
- Verse 2:
- Ordered a saddle and a couple of paddles
- Thinking of making game when the fat dude waddles
- I keep gettin’ here sooner
- I could not be more ruder
- Than a parking violation on a scooter, ay
- I know this is comedy, but a sketch of me is dissin’ me
- The epitome of a get rid of me sign in Mississippi
- This isn’t me, this is a mystery, in infamy, a complete full history
- His story, her story this is blitzkrieg jeeps, rolling in with guacamole
- Saying I’m a test of me but the rest of me is saying hell yes to me
- Well let this be, take a bee, sting him in full blitzkrieg, taking E
- Faking E, heck no to be, heck no to E, I say it’s bitter rivalry
- They’re the boss and they’re the victim
- Watching me get mossed on a track field
- Ain’t a sauce but I sure will rid him
- Gimme a ride, I’ll pay for a ticket
- It’s sick, it
- Never fails to bad chick it
- Ain’t this tap bad chicken (ay)
- Chorus:
- Good morning, U.S.A.
- I got a feeling that it’s gonna be a wonderful day
- The sun in the sky high with a smiley face
- Shining salute to the American race (yessir)
LYRICAL GRADE
B+
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
144
Total Syllables
606
Rhyming Lines
53/62
Unique Words
65.4%
Slang
8%
Profanity
0.6%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.55
Word Cloud
1 2 intro staff come packaging room beeping verse walking shoprite stop see streetlight im less devastating mean sight hobo smoking employees bathroom stock full goons mystery day infamy parking guarantee volunteer shed tear damn 6pack beer left rear mere coincidence smokin edp pack location loc nation forwardation forward crap rumble humble fat man sits down stumbles chair aint mobility scooters keep getting ruder hes booter up things even more glad havent seen grease torso takin shots manson ay imago never dancin epitome hanson violation alone ticket record interpolation yeah chorus good morning usa feeling gonna wonderful sun sky high smiley face shining salute american race yessir ordered saddle couple paddles thinking making game dude waddles gettin here sooner scooter know comedy sketch dissin getridofme sign mississippi isnt complete history hisstory herstory blitzkrieg jeeps rolling guacamole saying test rest hell yes well take bee sting taking e faking heck bitter rivalry theyre boss victim watching mossed track field sauce sure rid gimme ride ill pay sick fails badchick tap bad chicken
Profanity
crap, hell
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