Ok since I cant tell you dizz maybe I can show you. These may not be the best punchlines you ever heard or saw but It's Punchlines none the less where is Andre's? I hope you can do better than that fool Celler did with postin some Andre shit. show me his witty punchlines or shut the fuck up
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines"
"You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos"
"I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo"
"Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles"
"More checks then you ever could imagine more wood up in my whip then in a forest full of cabins,
And yes i stay high on that purple like Aladdin, And Women say i talk more game than John Madden"
The Luda meister gotta feelin so randy
I'm double XL so I call em my eye candy
Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER
I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt
And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps
Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins
I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace
With mo' shit out on the streets than evicted tenants
Lets go to multie syllable Rhyme schemes shall we. This is from his joint Potion
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that
going back to the drawing board connect dots But can't trace that
Matta fact erase that cause I'm this late track
getcha face slapped and I'm Straight so don't taste that
try something different and shit I'm listening and shit
speaking about What hip-hop missing and shit
I'm bout to fill a void Ludacris born in Illinois
raised in Atlanta Taught hamma since I was a little boy
ain't nobody like me, say theyu wanna bite me
fight me, step To me now but it ain't like me
people swear they sike me
just cause he's light-skinned with braids in His hair don't mean that nigga look like me
trick getcha mind right, living in a limelight
so Picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a Klondike
This is from southern hospitality, no need to underline it's just another Multie rhyme scheme clinic
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box
And goodfella rich *****s hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold
Forty glock cal' keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth, cold
and rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth, told
Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me
Dre might have a tighter delivery but luda got clarity, rhymes, he's better with club bangers AND Luda would kill Dre in a battle
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines"
"You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos"
"I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo"
"Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles"
"More checks then you ever could imagine more wood up in my whip then in a forest full of cabins,
And yes i stay high on that purple like Aladdin, And Women say i talk more game than John Madden"
The Luda meister gotta feelin so randy
I'm double XL so I call em my eye candy
Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER
I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt
And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps
Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins
I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace
With mo' shit out on the streets than evicted tenants
Lets go to multie syllable Rhyme schemes shall we. This is from his joint Potion
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that
going back to the drawing board connect dots But can't trace that
Matta fact erase that cause I'm this late track
getcha face slapped and I'm Straight so don't taste that
try something different and shit I'm listening and shit
speaking about What hip-hop missing and shit
I'm bout to fill a void Ludacris born in Illinois
raised in Atlanta Taught hamma since I was a little boy
ain't nobody like me, say theyu wanna bite me
fight me, step To me now but it ain't like me
people swear they sike me
just cause he's light-skinned with braids in His hair don't mean that nigga look like me
trick getcha mind right, living in a limelight
so Picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a Klondike
This is from southern hospitality, no need to underline it's just another Multie rhyme scheme clinic
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box
And goodfella rich *****s hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold
Forty glock cal' keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth, cold
and rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth, told
Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me
Dre might have a tighter delivery but luda got clarity, rhymes, he's better with club bangers AND Luda would kill Dre in a battle
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