SINI VS EMINEM

Lindel · 11-24-2024, 02:01 AM

This joker’s lost his marbles, it’s comically awful thinking I’ll “Marvel” at hype and glam
& I’ll “unleash Venom at Karnage thru the Web” til he’s Crying Uncle in part two of Spiderman!
You’ll disappear off Earth..just like Amelia Earnhart, your greatest failure is plane to sea
Talkin’ titles? “Mars made sure Karnage wasn’t displayed” like the aliens came in peace!
Able to rip Rev? Someone gave you a big head..til we see a guillotine, it’s off with your neck!
So as far as the ego goes, “In Karn, it’ll get crushed”, so he can really see his God in the flesh!
His sparks pathetic, you’re less online than the Amish, fuck all the fire your sentences start to credit
You won’t go to war, Ghandi gimmicks...watch! “Carn’ll lay in the pasture” like a sick farming fetish!
Accepted & now Karn’ll rue the gesture, give me the crown, clown! Start to cue the jester
Your performance is a joke..HoF? “Karnage shouldn’t be in that class” like a Martin Luther lecture!
We all know Tony put a Dark Mark on your record, it’s almost like Voldemort was tossin’ favors!
Beat til no brakes are left, ironic “Kar, Phax showcased your wreck”, like a known source for AutoTrader!
You’ve been known at least a while..for “bitch-made shots in title sequences” like Mona Lisa Smile
Humble pie? Give me a fuckin' knife, plus “Tony’s cut up a slice” without trips to a Frozen Pizza Aisle!!
Tac gets bodied & chopped in bits, soon as they let me Atom, it’s like Nagaski’s involved in this!
I’ll trigger all the alarms & split, so “Tic only takes the gold” if it’s the Olympics bombing in ’96!
My pun is denyin’ your jokes; once I win you can Crimea River…I’m not Russian, the plight of your hope
Circle the wagon til he’s bent out of shape, just a “square full of X’s and O’s” who loves to admire my notes!!
Murder & burn with haste, everyone knows who’s got bodied..”cept, Tic”…genius, I’m turnin’ his dirt to waste!
Verses hit all of your Census; so you couldn’t “get rid of the Rust, Tic” if you were learnin’ an urban place!
Rev stole this premier..I see word of mouth says you’ll win? Damn…you’re left holdin’ veneers!
Wept, flowin’ with tears, thought you’d ‘blaze a Trail, but now you’re benched with heat’ like Greg Oden’s career!
Get killed in this square!, admit your place in the stocks!, stuck his neck out, got the guillotine..Tic’ll wait for the drop!
As far as ITL goes, you’ve been the face of this plot! But now “Tic’s dropped after a few weeks” like syndications on Fox!
I’ll conquer the middle earth as soon as this sentence lands..I’m the lord of this ring, servin’ seconds like the minute, man..
Too much of a murder, kid…only time we got “shook with a nervous Tic”..was meetin’ Ali as his biggest fan!
My "guns will applaud you" when I'm 'makin' arms clap'! Malone's like a "fat bitches booty" this 'bum aint a hard ass'!
Raise the bar, Match? I don't 'question marks, period' -- he'll 'dash when I make Sen tense' like a 'Language Arts class'!
My riders will be shootin'! Cock back and hit em'! "Pop caps? You're trippin'!" Sumaru 'might as well be shroomin'!
This biter still be losin'! But "Sen, dog'... to 'be real', you'll see 'mugs' spinnin'" like witnessing a 'cypress hill reunion'!
If I don't slash ya throat, the gun is firin'! Leavin' Matches smoked... when the matics blow, this fucker's silent!
If Evil's grabbin' toast and buckin' iron! Then I'm "droppin' Matches faster" than DiCapprio in Shutter Island!
I've "kicked flips on boards" longer than Rod-nay Mullen! Ignite butane, I spew flames but the God aint Vulcan!
Don't ask about the broads A's pullin'! Cause "the kid'll be in ya hoe, Malone too" like he's 'Macaulay Culkin'!
If I "take a stab at em'" he'll get 'cut with a ginsu'! VIBE'll open XXL magazines... without 'subscriptions/issues'!
You've got the 'muscle to rip who'?! If you put "Neil in front of a God, I'll make em' prey" like 'Muslims and Hindus'!
Stop fuckin' around, pussy... Match is cock blockin'! Neil "knows what time it is" like he 'had a watch on em'!
PHAX'll drop logic! But for "Malone to make a good point?" ...he'd definitely need a 'pass from John Stockton'!
The real deal? I'm "pulling your card out" and 'deckin' you in the face'! Won't you bust with a twenty two anyway?
This vet is losin' today! Grip on gats? Pfft when I put my "clique on Match"... we're down to 'set a funeral date'!
You "diss playin' true lies" no Tom Arnold acts! Pop off with mac's? Ya guns 'jammin' like Bob Marley tracks!
Drop bars on wax? Heh... If we saw "/\/\/\/\ anywhere on the charts" ...it was after another stock market crash!

VS

This is direct connotation. Or is it? I’ll resurrect Thomas Paine when, he wrote Common Sense. Who’s the best on vocation? Home-schooled but on vacation. I’m old-school. I’m Sinatra’s face. Frankly, you're not the same. Couldn’t erect a pretense that I’m creating, through the unrealness to allocate this. Look in-between the correlation, I’ll skeet on your mommas face. Indeed the sea of semen in blotchy places. You could see I plopped it on a certain locked location. If you connect the dots, you’ll allot a constellation. I went Ursa Major on her Canis Minora. We consummated. You couldn't shapeshift to save your life, I'm on euphoria. I need a consultation. Distressed. While orchestrating; a gang of wolves to eat you, while playing, Mozart's Requiem D-minor. On rotation. The lithiums' got me off-the-wall. A quick sketch compilation. You couldn’t predict my awkward state. By awkward state, I mean I’m on the fence insane when, I hop the gates to California. I’m off to Vegas. If I cock a waitress, does the AIDs I fucked her vague with, condensed to stay in Vegas? That's awfully vagina of you. & this is Survival of the Fisting. I’ve mutated, from hobbit case, to robotic rapist. Godzilla with finesse of God’s creation. Crowd thriller, count syllables. It's the Cloverfield monster had sex with Walter Payton. This is intense confrontation. You couldn't have intent to stop this pace with, double-edge-tipped oscillating, drill-pressed lava plagued-drip automation. This events' a provocation of all six-senses from M. Night Shyamalan, - if he innately thought to say. Salam Alaikum. Met Mahatmas in the Bahamas and made fun of his name, @BWHAHA arranged it. I'm Ghandi teaching Dhalsim the kick-leg thin-stretch pressing six-X combination. I’m an indexed incarnation of having sick sex, molestation. I have a sick sense of masturbation. Forget my occupation. Just nominate me. I’ll inject Obama, facing, six counts of incarceration. I insist on the operation. Select to embalm. It’s suspense in my palm. When I read it, it tells me to disconnect you from across the nation. Infect biologic rations. It's cross-checked. Some say I'm like Satan, with a pure touch. Imagine the Lochness in a velour tux, causing riots from an ionizing basin. The type of concoction phasing that causes primary caustic flaming. I love reading binary naked. If you translate the 00100001001's to sex 101, you'd see the vagina's flanking while the penis try escaping. Traumatic inhale. Oxidation. The next segment. Godly Mason, and truly I'm the Illuminati w/o the Illumi-. Illuminating, with an intent on motivating. I invent and procreate, the most incestuous postulate. I split eggs, like ovulation. Get your sig checked, if it doesnt have darth in large quotations, you're not amazing. So much suspense, you ought’ to say, you couldn’t suspect an ounce of what my chakra sprays. Let’s commence to walk away. I’m a split-end, on the hair of Samson, & It’s Darth today. I'm VERY handsome , and its fully sunk-in, that this Hulk is hunky. I'm immense. And on occasion, when I rhyme, I emblazon. X’s and Xross-terrain. They call me the ironic machine. Have sex in your Jeep 4x4 with a chick whose lies' are- she's sixteen. On my porch I’m laden. To a mortal state. Where more than often I create a mortar slate. An apex. Distraught equations. Steven Hawkings pacing; breathing: "it's p-h not v" I'm sorry Pheven. on his wheelchair buzzing his buzzer. I'm content just rollerblading. (he’s jealous that I have smaller wheels, but faster.) More revolutions on rotation. Killing my mistress, gripping chainsaws, like goodbyeeee, I’m crazy.

11-24-2024, 02:01 AM	#1
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,140 Rep Power: 0	SINI VS EMINEM This joker’s lost his marbles, it’s comically awful thinking I’ll “Marvel” at hype and glam & I’ll “unleash Venom at Karnage thru the Web” til he’s Crying Uncle in part two of Spiderman! You’ll disappear off Earth..just like Amelia Earnhart, your greatest failure is plane to sea Talkin’ titles? “Mars made sure Karnage wasn’t displayed” like the aliens came in peace! Able to rip Rev? Someone gave you a big head..til we see a guillotine, it’s off with your neck! So as far as the ego goes, “In Karn, it’ll get crushed”, so he can really see his God in the flesh! His sparks pathetic, you’re less online than the Amish, fuck all the fire your sentences start to credit You won’t go to war, Ghandi gimmicks...watch! “Carn’ll lay in the pasture” like a sick farming fetish! Accepted & now Karn’ll rue the gesture, give me the crown, clown! Start to cue the jester Your performance is a joke..HoF? “Karnage shouldn’t be in that class” like a Martin Luther lecture! We all know Tony put a Dark Mark on your record, it’s almost like Voldemort was tossin’ favors! Beat til no brakes are left, ironic “Kar, Phax showcased your wreck”, like a known source for AutoTrader! You’ve been known at least a while..for “bitch-made shots in title sequences” like Mona Lisa Smile Humble pie? Give me a fuckin' knife, plus “Tony’s cut up a slice” without trips to a Frozen Pizza Aisle!! Tac gets bodied & chopped in bits, soon as they let me Atom, it’s like Nagaski’s involved in this! I’ll trigger all the alarms & split, so “Tic only takes the gold” if it’s the Olympics bombing in ’96! My pun is denyin’ your jokes; once I win you can Crimea River…I’m not Russian, the plight of your hope Circle the wagon til he’s bent out of shape, just a “square full of X’s and O’s” who loves to admire my notes!! Murder & burn with haste, everyone knows who’s got bodied..”cept, Tic”…genius, I’m turnin’ his dirt to waste! Verses hit all of your Census; so you couldn’t “get rid of the Rust, Tic” if you were learnin’ an urban place! Rev stole this premier..I see word of mouth says you’ll win? Damn…you’re left holdin’ veneers! Wept, flowin’ with tears, thought you’d ‘blaze a Trail, but now you’re benched with heat’ like Greg Oden’s career! Get killed in this square!, admit your place in the stocks!, stuck his neck out, got the guillotine..Tic’ll wait for the drop! As far as ITL goes, you’ve been the face of this plot! But now “Tic’s dropped after a few weeks” like syndications on Fox! I’ll conquer the middle earth as soon as this sentence lands..I’m the lord of this ring, servin’ seconds like the minute, man.. Too much of a murder, kid…only time we got “shook with a nervous Tic”..was meetin’ Ali as his biggest fan! My "guns will applaud you" when I'm 'makin' arms clap'! Malone's like a "fat bitches booty" this 'bum aint a hard ass'! Raise the bar, Match? I don't 'question marks, period' -- he'll 'dash when I make Sen tense' like a 'Language Arts class'! My riders will be shootin'! Cock back and hit em'! "Pop caps? You're trippin'!" Sumaru 'might as well be shroomin'! This biter still be losin'! But "Sen, dog'... to 'be real', you'll see 'mugs' spinnin'" like witnessing a 'cypress hill reunion'! If I don't slash ya throat, the gun is firin'! Leavin' Matches smoked... when the matics blow, this fucker's silent! If Evil's grabbin' toast and buckin' iron! Then I'm "droppin' Matches faster" than DiCapprio in Shutter Island! I've "kicked flips on boards" longer than Rod-nay Mullen! Ignite butane, I spew flames but the God aint Vulcan! Don't ask about the broads A's pullin'! Cause "the kid'll be in ya hoe, Malone too" like he's 'Macaulay Culkin'! If I "take a stab at em'" he'll get 'cut with a ginsu'! VIBE'll open XXL magazines... without 'subscriptions/issues'! You've got the 'muscle to rip who'?! If you put "Neil in front of a God, I'll make em' prey" like 'Muslims and Hindus'! Stop fuckin' around, pussy... Match is cock blockin'! Neil "knows what time it is" like he 'had a watch on em'! PHAX'll drop logic! But for "Malone to make a good point?" ...he'd definitely need a 'pass from John Stockton'! The real deal? I'm "pulling your card out" and 'deckin' you in the face'! Won't you bust with a twenty two anyway? This vet is losin' today! Grip on gats? Pfft when I put my "clique on Match"... we're down to 'set a funeral date'! You "diss playin' true lies" no Tom Arnold acts! Pop off with mac's? Ya guns 'jammin' like Bob Marley tracks! Drop bars on wax? Heh... If we saw "/\/\/\/\ anywhere on the charts" ...it was after another stock market crash! VS This is direct connotation. Or is it? I’ll resurrect Thomas Paine when, he wrote Common Sense. Who’s the best on vocation? Home-schooled but on vacation. I’m old-school. I’m Sinatra’s face. Frankly, you're not the same. Couldn’t erect a pretense that I’m creating, through the unrealness to allocate this. Look in-between the correlation, I’ll skeet on your mommas face. Indeed the sea of semen in blotchy places. You could see I plopped it on a certain locked location. If you connect the dots, you’ll allot a constellation. I went Ursa Major on her Canis Minora. We consummated. You couldn't shapeshift to save your life, I'm on euphoria. I need a consultation. Distressed. While orchestrating; a gang of wolves to eat you, while playing, Mozart's Requiem D-minor. On rotation. The lithiums' got me off-the-wall. A quick sketch compilation. You couldn’t predict my awkward state. By awkward state, I mean I’m on the fence insane when, I hop the gates to California. I’m off to Vegas. If I cock a waitress, does the AIDs I fucked her vague with, condensed to stay in Vegas? That's awfully vagina of you. & this is Survival of the Fisting. I’ve mutated, from hobbit case, to robotic rapist. Godzilla with finesse of God’s creation. Crowd thriller, count syllables. It's the Cloverfield monster had sex with Walter Payton. This is intense confrontation. You couldn't have intent to stop this pace with, double-edge-tipped oscillating, drill-pressed lava plagued-drip automation. This events' a provocation of all six-senses from M. Night Shyamalan, - if he innately thought to say. Salam Alaikum. Met Mahatmas in the Bahamas and made fun of his name, @BWHAHA arranged it. I'm Ghandi teaching Dhalsim the kick-leg thin-stretch pressing six-X combination. I’m an indexed incarnation of having sick sex, molestation. I have a sick sense of masturbation. Forget my occupation. Just nominate me. I’ll inject Obama, facing, six counts of incarceration. I insist on the operation. Select to embalm. It’s suspense in my palm. When I read it, it tells me to disconnect you from across the nation. Infect biologic rations. It's cross-checked. Some say I'm like Satan, with a pure touch. Imagine the Lochness in a velour tux, causing riots from an ionizing basin. The type of concoction phasing that causes primary caustic flaming. I love reading binary naked. If you translate the 00100001001's to sex 101, you'd see the vagina's flanking while the penis try escaping. Traumatic inhale. Oxidation. The next segment. Godly Mason, and truly I'm the Illuminati w/o the Illumi-. Illuminating, with an intent on motivating. I invent and procreate, the most incestuous postulate. I split eggs, like ovulation. Get your sig checked, if it doesnt have darth in large quotations, you're not amazing. So much suspense, you ought’ to say, you couldn’t suspect an ounce of what my chakra sprays. Let’s commence to walk away. I’m a split-end, on the hair of Samson, & It’s Darth today. I'm VERY handsome , and its fully sunk-in, that this Hulk is hunky. I'm immense. And on occasion, when I rhyme, I emblazon. X’s and Xross-terrain. They call me the ironic machine. Have sex in your Jeep 4x4 with a chick whose lies' are- she's sixteen. On my porch I’m laden. To a mortal state. Where more than often I create a mortar slate. An apex. Distraught equations. Steven Hawkings pacing; breathing: "it's p-h not v" I'm sorry Pheven. on his wheelchair buzzing his buzzer. I'm content just rollerblading. (he’s jealous that I have smaller wheels, but faster.) More revolutions on rotation. Killing my mistress, gripping chainsaws, like goodbyeeee, I’m crazy.