Lyrical Analysis of...
PennyRoyal
- College prompted no recluse from booze and hoes blowing grass,
- distractions helped you not pass tests passed by most slowest cats,
- drew me to this tofu chick and by lord man she,
- eating, sitting, broad was pro at that, girl'd go for large whopper,
- pepper fries and super size, "you sure, lady"?
- Tray weigh four three year old babies?" She's like, "why not?"
- You gone crazy? To side order creole pot pie to throw it over that hasty?
- my lord, why'd you order that? why not just tie your neck to a rope,
- instead of a diet coke to go with that crap,
- ask me to slug a sledge at ya dome cap,
- that shit ain't right, I thought you wanted lo cal,
- nice night glow ass, and tight, low fat,
- she'd have my dome slapped, like "fuck you talking about"?
- For askin shit she don't like discussing in and
- talking about, man I'm not walking this out,
- Last time, I'm not fronting, yo I'll be up and then out,
- your ass I'm tossing, fuck your Boss and Chanel,
- and whatever sucker punk motherfucker that, bought you that pelt,
- I felt disgusting, i knew of self problematic hardships she felt,
- but also shit that make you nauseous if her carcass you smellt,
- went to her moms, asked what she felt and if I was wrong,
- in not choosing to talk this shit it out, she like: bitch you fat, that's that,
- nothing new worth talking about, so I bounced,
- I seen her out leaving my house, she at my back,
- covering my front too, she pleeding bout, "whithout you,
- what am I, gonna do?" "Will you knock it, do you not get,
- clues, if there was one you just broke,
- five minute, leave me the fuck alone rule,
- and you know damn well, I promised you I'm through talking to you,"
- two weeks later, her ass done went blue, she blasted past five avenues,
- crashing when she hopped down a 2, it took blues five weeks
- just to chalk her shit through, ask me what I didn't do,
- everything, I couldn't do, some bitches never say shit before dying,
- no trying, hoes straight quit it, shitting on you, no peace out,
- my new policy, won't bother chicks fucking dying to bleed out,
- if your outer be lying cause your inner ain't replying,
- know I'm only out for ass, I might strike cold as nebraska,
- so speak out fast, or I be out much faster,
LYRICAL GRADE
B+
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
158
Total Syllables
506
Rhyming Lines
35/39
Unique Words
66.8%
Slang
7.2%
Profanity
6%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.29
Word Cloud
2 college prompted recluse booze hoes blowing grass distractions helped pass tests passed slowest cats drew tofu chick lord man eating sitting broad pro girl'd go large whopper pepper fries supersize sure lady tray weigh four three year old babies she's gone crazy side order creole pot pie throw over hasty why'd tie neck rope instead diet coke crap ask slug sledge ya dome cap shit ain't right thought wanted local nice nightglow ass tight low fat she'd slapped fuck talking askin don't discussing i'm walking out last time fronting yo i'll up tossing boss chanel whatever sucker punk motherfucker bought pelt felt disgusting knew selfproblematic hardships make nauseous carcass smellt went moms asked wrong choosing talk bitch that's nothing new worth bounced seen leaving house back covering front pleeding bout whithout gonna knock clues one broke five minute leave alone rule know damn well promised through two weeks later done blue blasted past avenues crashing hopped down took blues chalk didn't everything couldn't bitches never before dying trying straight quit shitting peace policy won't bother chicks fucking bleed outer lying cause inner replying strike cold nebraska speak fast much faster
Profanity
crap, shit, ass, fuck, motherfucker, bitch, bitches, shitting, fucking
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