Lyrics & Logic 1: A Milli

I figure that rap lyrics get pretty complex, so why not analyze them? Lyrics & Logic will take a rap song (usually my boy Lil Wayne) and take it apart, piece by piece. This week's is A Milli, from Tha Carter III. Here's the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8Uhn-dU3Gg

I'm a Millionaire,
He’s got money. That’s easy
I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
Young money is his new group, African hair is renowned for its nappiness
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
His checklist compared to what I have done is not fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed...
Music is a sexual experience and people share him…Thus he’s a disease
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time,
He quit writing down lyrics because he didn’t want his stuff to turn out like Kurt Cobain’s and be sold. He just goes into the studio every night and raps what’s on his mind
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar,
And the almighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper,
All of his time goes to making money and his automatic weapon (chopper = AK-47)
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
His family does not like the police
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
His family’s vehicle is rather close to the edge, where you can see up it
Tell the coppers... hahahaha you can't catch em, you can't stop em,
Police officers: you can not catch them, nor can you stop them
I go by them goon rules
He goes by the rules of real gangstas
If you can't beat em then you prop em,
I should give respect to people I can not defeat
You can't man em then you mop em,
I should kill them if they aren’t man enough
You can't stand em then you drop em,
If they annoy me, I should kill them
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
I  kill them because they kill them, metaphor relating to the popping of popcorn

[Verse 2:]
A million here a million there
6 zeroes here, 6 zeroes there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her derriere
Italian girl with luscious locks who has cocaine in her butt (ew)
Like smokin the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
People are breathless when he opens the door of his car, not a chaffeur
Hopin them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
He is on an ego trip
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, a muthfukin problem
But he wants people to think he’s a bad dude
Ok your a goon but what's a goon to a goblin
A goon is a gangster, but a goblin is a rich, awesome gangster
Nothin nothin you ain't scarin nothin
I am not scaring anything
On some faggot bullshit call em dennis rodman
I am on some gay man-cow poop, like that crazy Chicago Bulls player
Call me what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick
Call him anything, call him on his cell phone
Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy Bitch
He does not answer when it is a restricted number, gosh he hates a shy female dog
Don't u hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
He wants to know if I hate a shy female dog, well he ate one
And she ain't shy nomore she changed her name to My bitch
But she isn’t shy anymore and she changed her name to “My Bitch”
Yea nigga that's my bitch so when she ask for the Money when you through don't be    surprised bitch
That is his female dog, so when she asks for the money when I am through, I should not be surprised. She is, what is known in popular society as, a ho.
It ain't trickin if u got it
It isn’t big spending if I am buying something I already have
But u like a bitch with no ass u ain't got shit
I am like a female dog with no butt, I am unable to defecate
Muthafuka I'm ill not sick
He is ill, not sick so don’t take him to the doctor
And I'm ok but my watch sick
He is ok but his timekeeper isn’t feeling well
Yea my drop sick
He drops nasty stuff
Yea my glock sick
His gun is sick
And my knot thick
He has a large stack of money
Im it
He is it

Muthafuka I'm ill...
Yet again, he is not actually sick.

[Verse 3:]
They say I'm rappin like BIG, jay, and tupac,
He raps like three other rappers
Andre 3000, where is eryka badu at
Andre, where is your girl?
Who dat
Common New Orleans Saints term
Who dat said dey gonna beat lil wayne
Who is that who claimed they could beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic but I keep dat flame man
His name is not Bic, but, much like the lighter, he keeps things hot
Now who that wanna do that?
Who wants to do that?
You all knew that
We all knew that
True that swallows
True, that sucks
And I be da shit now u got loose bowels
He is the poop, and now is coming out of you
I don't owe you like two vowels
He does not “O U” like two vowels
But I would like for u to pay me by the hOUr
He wants me to pay him by the hour (I guess he is a ho)
And I'd rather be pushin flowers
He would rather be dead
Then to be in the pen sharin showers
Then to be in jail, worrying about dropping the soap
Tony told us this world was ours
Scarface had a great line
And the bible told us every girl was sour
The Bible told us girls are bad.
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Think Adam and Eve: girls will bring bad things upon us if we mess with them
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Treat him with respect or like a landscaper
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Mike Lowry was a senator involved in a sexual harassment case…
Even Gwen Stefani said she could'nt doubt me
Gwen Stefani was in No Doubt
Muthafuka I say life ain't shit without me
Apparently, life isn’t poop without him
Chrome lips pokin out the coupe look like it's poutin
He has a large grille on his car that is sad
I do what I do and u do what u can do about it
He does what he does and I do what I can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain
He turns a little bit of cocaine into a lot
Dare me
He would like me to dare him
Don't u compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
I should not attempt to compare him because there is no one around
They don't see but they hear me
We aren’t eye to eye with him, but we hear his words
They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi
We do not rub against him but we are afraid of him, he is illy