Lyrical Analysis of...
redrum spell it backwards
- need to be blasted introduced now
- cos this is my house I'm gifted
- like the ghost whisperer seeing apparitions
- magical like the witch matilda
- bin while gon but driftin back into existence
- but it ain me just coming back
- its what a call a double penetration
- not on my lonesome gotta double down
- cos there's now 2 vultures words
- to my opponents i have an assist
- an we bout to pass the competiion like a test
- devoted everytyme we spit like
- nomber one contenders focused
- put the ink to paper get this hitlist down to nuttin zilch
- gon get twisted like freddy an jason shreading
- ya faces to pieces like written literature
- doing ya head in thrown in the bin
- I ain littering I'm just too illiterate
- in this game cos I'm equipped wit a
- machete an a four finger razor glove
- horror runs in my blood cos I gotta bit of each of them
- that's the motivation I have bin slung
- an the edginess when I'm ready to make a slip like chuck
- an tiff killing people on a water bed
- chucking a bottle up to the rafters
- leaving them impaled an the cleaner looking dense
- everythin has a reason I'm more adventurous
- than the league of extrordinary gentleman
- me being sean connery james bond I use to think when I was young
- everythin needs to be cleared
- like the candyman being tortured
- coming back from a thousand bee stings
- to whisperring in the mirror
- an kilin ya once uve pulled the switch
- to getting ya neck ripped or slit
- till ya blood leaves a hell of a mess
- horror seems to be ingested through my head
- truth so I spit it in the booth its in every region
- ill sit infront of the tv waiting seven days
- for the ring woman to appear
- cos I'm obsessed wit murder
- even the locations like the suburbs in disturbia
- come kill me an rip my heart through my skin
- till I literally can't live
- I don't fuckin fear nuttin
- but its one hella of a thing to follow even no its disgusting
- who the fuck cares I love it like an mc when he thinks he's above it
- but he rushing to throw his verbal at me like fists of a boxer
- my blood pumping I'mma stay harder like a fugitive prisoner
- erupting like a volcano causing a mass panic in the prison
- like the movie offender starring j cole an english frank true
- brit drama comin in your town cos I'm insane an disturbed
- like eli roth could be a physcopath in a mad asylum
- cos I love seeing bits of people get chopped
LYRICAL GRADE
B+
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
95
Total Syllables
623
Rhyming Lines
49/54
Unique Words
74.3%
Slang
17.7%
Profanity
0.9%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.56
Word Cloud
2 need blasted introduced now cos house i'm gifted ghost whisperer seeing apparitions magical witch matilda bin gon driftin back existence ain coming call double penetration lonesome gotta down there's vultures words opponents assist bout pass competiion test devoted everytyme spit nomber one contenders focused put ink paper hitlist nuttin zilch twisted freddy jason shreading ya faces pieces written literature doing head thrown littering illiterate game equipped wit machete four finger razor glove horror runs blood bit each that's motivation slung edginess ready make slip chuck tiff killing people water bed chucking bottle up rafters leaving impaled cleaner looking dense everythin reason more adventurous league extrordinary gentleman being sean connery james bond use think young needs cleared candyman tortured thousand bee stings whisperring mirror kilin once uve pulled switch getting neck ripped slit till leaves hell mess seems ingested through truth booth region ill sit infront tv waiting seven days ring woman appear obsessed murder even locations suburbs disturbia come kill rip heart skin literally can't live don't fuckin fear hella thing follow disgusting fuck cares love mc thinks he's above rushing throw verbal fists boxer pumping i'mma stay harder fugitive prisoner erupting volcano causing mass panic prison movie offender starring j cole english frank true brit drama comin town insane disturbed eli roth physcopath mad asylum bits chopped
Profanity
hell, fuckin, fuck
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