Ledatru

Click the above link. Here's a small sample of what I write, the punchlines aspect at least:

'm the King of the Block, call me the Lego King
Everybody want me like that Eggo thing

The only whackness I bring
is in the bat that I swing

I'm at it again with a pad and a pen
Sure to be durable, not a fad or a trend

Just a few words, this is the real world
You little boys grew up, but are still girls

You stupid guys are all dressed up in leotards
I ought to call you guys leo-tards

Your shack can't stack up to my house size
My crib so big you gonna need a scout guide

I pass out rocks like boulder throws
Then stretch it out with some shoulder rolls

I'm-a smoke like a chiminey
The pope is my enemy
Dope in my blood I'm-a cope like a Kennedy

I pack punches like a far-away boxing match

I play wit paper, but this ain't no origami
Stack chips like salami
Jack me and I'll make you red like a commie

I hope you know I'm the best one with pants on
If you don't, then I'll fill you in like a scantron

Garbage! Your bars suck
You'd bring more heat being speechless as if you were starstruck

Defeating me is part luck
And by that I mean you gotta have God's touch

I'll bring the blade to ya face like it's Halloween
Make ya sleep extra early like Christmas Eve
I cook up big birds like Thanksgiving Day
And then I sell it, call it Thanksgiving Pay

Dat Le; call me the mathlete
I make them numbers and run off like a track meet

I be chattin with this girl so fast like ASCII
Her booty's got a hole and I've got the ass key

I rip 'em out their spines like notebook paper
I'll lay their ass out like the Oakland Raiders

They'll get red on them and I ain't talkin' lasers
I drop 'em one by one like hot potato

I put your name in Microsoft Word and right clicked
The correction that came up suggested "White Trick"

I put your word in Microsoft Word and got a squiggly
So I right clicked and it switched into "piggy!"

I'll pop your ass up higher than David Blaine

I paint your walls red like an art store

They call me the best in show
Cuz this dawg ballin' like testicles

We on the H.O.V., Roc-A-Fella, throw ya diamonds up
This be diamond lane, iced out, more than two of us

I'm on the H.O.V., the one with the diamond sign
No, not H.O.V., he ain't got these kind of rhymes

I move them pounds like a powerlifter
I be in town gettin' down every hour gettin' richer

I lay the bricks down on the block like construction

I'll leave you passed out like a worksheet

I know how to flow, pal - no drought
Multi-million dollar grill, a cold mouth

Me and my crew sick, but don't pity us
This new clique rocks volcanic hot like igneous

Just a metaphor, I'm a matador
Red flag, I gotta deal with a lot of bull
I just pop a tool to drop a fool
I rock metal harder than Motley Crue

I'll twist up your block like a Rubik's Cube

I'm perfect in every way, no blooper reel

Unfortunately, when your lady sees me
We will shake all night long like AC/DC

Blast 'em with dots in their mouth like Pacman
That can make a human hop up like a cat can

I spit fire off the top through a hole, make this heat known
Sharp rhymes with a bright orange glow, call me a street cone

My lines are hotter than soup, hand me a ladle

In my days, I sold more keys than a locksmith
Sold lots of bricks so I got these fists to box with

I'm ill but I kneel to the healing skills of a pill

Biting and fighting is not the right thing
I will let you slide by like an ice rink

But that's how I roll, hard as a locker frame
I own more kicks than a dadgum soccer game
Call me Kick Boy, and make that a proper name

And then her lips wrapped on my head like a sweatband

On the street corner I be trapping quiet
I take in so much bread I failed the Atkins Diet
But I still got beef, what a rapping crisis
All I touch turns to gold, so I grab like Midas

I'm hot off the top like a candlestick

You say you're signed now, well I'm glad you've made it
But you still can't school me because I've graduated
I was so bad in class that I failed to be expelled
Now my chain so bright you might as well learn braille

Can't stop my cash, not even an embargo can
So many stacks so fat, where are my cargo pants
My gun's got a laser like a barcode scan
I'ma make you disappear like Hollow Man

Rich dude walking, let me on through
I got more cheese and bread than a fondue

I'm born lit, I be as hot as fires
Can't roll like me, y'all got 'em blocks for tires

That's right I'm sick, nastier than tuna water
Blow you up outta sight, call me the Unabomber