BUILDING BLUEPRINT
Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.
Lyrical Analysis of...
KNIFE IN YOUR BACK
- Knife in your fuckin' back, knife knife knife in your fuckin' back
- You're fucking dead, fuck fucking dead
- Like, what is that? What what is that?
- And I make 'em mad, and then hoes go backstab stab
- Knife in your fuckin' back back back
- And I'ma shoot your dad ad ad
- And I know you wanna take my ass ass ass
- But you won't ever get me, I'm too fast ast ast
- I slice your damn neck, slice your damn fuckin' throat
- Rip yo' vocal cords out, that way you can't speak, I'd know
- And I inject some shit into your skin to make it glow
- I'm your torturer, you my hostage, bitch, you might as well be a ghost, uh
- I torture you for hours on end, hoe
- And I know you want me dead, won't ever happen, though
- Can you imagine, though?
- I shoot at these naggy hoes
- I kill 'em all in a Phantom Rolls
- Like, babygirl, I'll make you mad 'til you blow, blow, blow
- I take your breath away, take your take your breath away
- I let the Devil in, devil devil devil in
- And you'll be dead today, dead dead dead today
- And I got a rebel bitch, reb reb rebel bitch
- Uh uh uh uh, God bless that child
- Kill his ass, make sure the pain ain't mild
- Now his ass dead and them hoes goin' wild
- Fight to the death, grab a knife, or a rifle
- Shoot hoes up, yeah, stream hoes like Spotify
- And bitch, did I catch your eye? I caught your eye
- Them hoes be compromised, I lost my mind
- I fuckin' lost my mind, it'll cost my life
- I want you dead but I want your life, please stay alive
- Su suicide, we can all just die with a fuckin' .9
- Columbine, bi bi bitch, bitch, form a line
- Point the gun to your head and lose your lives
- No need for a goddamn knife
- And I'll find you and I'll make you my wife
- Hope you know forever you'll be mine
- 'Til the day you die, you'll be my sacrifice
- For the ritual, bitch, try to run and die
- Me and my gang, we can really sense a lie
- I been in your mind, you just wanna cry
- Bitch, don't even try try try, you will fuckin' die
- We get so high sometimes that we just fly
- Fly up to Heaven, I sometimes touch the sky
- Touch touch the skies, love love love, love the skies
- Hoe, I got what you need, hom homicide
- We can all kill ourselves maybe some day sometime
- Bitch, I know your ass been doin' lines
- DC a motherfucker, no Don, I'm doin' time
- Feel like the Hulk, so damn Incredible
- And I make her spastic off them edibles
- We get sexual, hoe, I'm mixin' chemicals
- Unacceptable, you will die, turnt into a vegetable
- No hypotheticals, fuck up her intestinal
- I got skeletons, I fuck up they skeletal
- Tears drippin', bitch, that's so unprofessional
- Faucet shit, yeah, we rowdy, festival
- Uh, and I know this shit ain't ethical, ethical
- Fuck your ass up, bitch, make it not accessible
- You can either die or let me kill you
- Baby, you will die, no damn medical
- She just wanna cry in my arms, she wan' make a spectacle
- I can't let you in, baby, you detectable
- I leave her ass so damn hysterical, it wasn't intentional
- She feelin' on my genitals, she swear to god she hetero
- I'm skeptical, got plentiful
- Of hoes I can fuck, so damn sensual
- Bitch, tell me, what is love? Unconventional
- Means, by the way, I fucked your mom in the confessional
- B b bitch, I'm unforgettable, yeah, I'm so commendable
- I'm impeccable, this shit is sometimes regrettable
- I'm doin' lines, yeah, she dispensable
- She disposable, fuck off, fuck off, f f fuck off
- She a delectable... is she presentable?
- Yes or no motherfucker? I got them collectibles
- And my money spendable, spendable...
- Knife in your fuckin' back, knife knife knife in your fuckin' back
- You're fucking dead, fuck fucking dead
- Like, what is that? What what is that?
- And I make 'em mad, and then hoes go backstab stab
- Knife in your fuckin' back back back
- And I'ma shoot your dad ad ad
- And I know you wanna take my ass ass ass
- But you won't ever get me, I'm too fast ast ast
- Mow the lawn for my mama and shit
- We was up and she was suckin' on my dick
- Meanwhile I was suckin' on her clit
- Bitch, smile for the picture, it's as bad as it gets, uh
- Baby, I'm tired of this, tired of this
- You just wanna talk that shit, talk that shit
- Get groceries for this stupid bitch
- With her friends who wanna snitch, wanna snitch
- You a fuckin' witch, fuckin' witch, fuckin' witch
- And I'm so unhinged, emo fringe, leave her singed
- B b bitch gon' get lynched, lynched, lynch lynched..
- Hoe, what are you suggesting?
- Fucking on your body, that's my intention
- Somedays my mind is parental discretion
- Fucking hate your stupid face, I can't respect it
- Fuck this fuck that and F_ this
- Droppin' F_ bombs and always disrespectin'
- Told these hoes to just fuckin' respect it
- I think something in her brain ain't processing
- Pickin' brain matter out her head, shit
- And I think I killed her, not my intention
- Please, speak to me, I never meant this
- I never meant it, I never meant it..
- Rest in peace, hide the evidence, it's evident
- Now she got a funeral cops say it was natural causes
- But I killed her ass, Lord, she was so flawless
- Yeah, I fucked up, why couldn't I stop it?
- Blood flow ain't ever stoppin'
- Grab the gun, then I cock it, cock it
- Hop into the cockpit, then the moshpit
- Then mid air I blow out my brains and fall in
- To the moshpit like a dead bitch, on my wasp shit
- (And now he's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)
- (And now he's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)
- (He was a deadbeat, he was a deadbeat, he was a deadbeat)
- (Dead dead deadbeat..)
- His ass just bleeds out
- Ambulance couldn't save his ass, he bleeds out
- He bleeds out, funeral held for him, teeth out, teeth out
- Rolled a suicide, her case reopened
- She was murdered by him, her body broken
- But he had killed himself and his opponents
- So now he rots in Hell, his body frozen
- Knife in his fuckin' back, knife knife knife in his fuckin' back
- He's fucking dead, fuck fucking dead
- Like, what is that? What what is that?
- And he makes 'em mad, and then hoes go backstab stab
- Knife in his fuckin' back back back
- And he's gon' shoot your dad ad ad
- And he knows you wanna take my ass ass ass
- But you won't ever get him, he's too fast ast ast
- He's already dead dead dead
What is a Blueprint?
A blueprint is like a report card for your lyrics. It contains a lyrical breakdown and analysis of all the words, syllables, and rhymes in your song.
Learn More >