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It’s tragic how you’re out of shape , with pit stains and your shirt is dirty ,

while I’m Magic Johnson on the break , not passin’ it your way , your not James , you’re not Worthy

I’m the Showtime Lakers settin’ the pace , I’m ablaze , and I’m blurry ,

and you’re searching for a way to defend the paint , yes I’m a pain , and this the surgery ,

did you take your medication today ? Your mental state , like L.A.’s playoff fate , it is worrying ,

but no burden to me

like that cheap shot to Chris Rock , I’m the same , always poundin’ em down to the ground

so for God’s sake keep spock’s name out yo fucckin’ mouth , you clown……

@DoubleUp4Life

Like starting shit all day is any less work. No I don't have any SAFs. No I didn't forget to log back on and off. You are fucking obsessed.

@StumpTownStu

 Just asking...

You said all your raps , didn't know if you were saying you were word salad Gato 

@spockgato

 You're really on a roll Mr word salad ...

Got anything about the Mets winning 90+ games 

My sports knowledge usurps your reading comprehension , stop pretendin’ , there’s no friendship , and the Mets winnin’ the pennant , depends on the bench bitch , not the bats , the men who come in after the 7th , you flopped , I’m jacked

like you , they need relief , don’t step in the mic booth , you’ll see the teeth , thievery of my speech , you’re a glutton for punishment , sluggin’ isn’t the trouble bitch , it’s the injury bug and pitchers you trust in a pinch

to get that critical out , and whether a whisper or a shout , keep your lips from even givin’ a description of my existence your snout , shouldn’t even spit a single syllable out

you’re a single , you’re single , I’m a dinger , I pound , and slither into bitches while your dick’s in your mouth…..

Ouch ……you still around ? …… I’m havin’ my doubts……

You struck out ...Back to talking about dicks 

Cmon man ..Seemed like you were turning the corner , now regression...

Yankees under 91 wins ?

You must be jokin’ , you got nothin ‘ , what I’ve spoken , is like an explosion of the ocean akin to an omen as you’re achin’ as the token fake bitch who plays atheist to your salvation and you know it……

I’m expecting you to Yankee your wankee over 91 times , before sunrise , I guess some guys , don’t know when to quit , so let me get dressed , and grab my Rolex , then roll to my whip , it’s a Rolls , is you pissed ? While you drive a Ford Focus and you’re froze in the cold Buffalo wintery snow , knowin’ you stink …….

I'm thinking Yankees under ..

Once again you're taking about dicks ...

What's next back to rape and incest ?? You've left that alone lately , must have shelved all yoir notebooks for now 

One day spockincelo you're going to make it out of that section 8 studio apartment,  I just know it ..

You can’t get a rise out of your own penis , let alone trigger my anger , you might need to try that little blue pill , same as these syllables , it’s bitter , it’s Viagra , there isn’t a bigger liar twister of the facts son , you sure you aren’t the imperial wizard ? Cuz you isn’t black . One .

Higher than you wear your pants right now , up by your nipples Urkel……..

I told you to get in shape , and that you had big breasts ,

when did I talk about rape ? You sayin’ I said incest ?

You’re incensed 

And it’s habitual fam , like your addiction to them pills , it’s killin’ you man ,

still thrilled when I fill it in , a literal Stan , my biggest fan , givin’ me hell cuz I’m tellin’ you that you smell and that there’s shitt in your hand ?

like Helen Keller you can’t listen man ,

so read my lips , there’s no new taxes I sleep like a prince , it eats you within , that you don’t get no bush , every bitch you ever been with switched to lesbian look

get shook

king to rook , monster to pawn , I’ve got words that throttle and pop your top off , I’m spot on 

I hit the bullseye every which way ,

like Scottie Pippen dishin’ to MJ , swish and it’s in , anything to say ?

any sentence I’ve ever displayed emanates to Heaven’s gate strengthening as it elevates

you hella fake ,

not even an Oreo, but a Hydrox , I’m a Phantom and you’re so old you’re a Delorean , no , you’re a Camaro , but IROC

I’m shocked ,

you haven’t died of a heart attack , not from your arteries hardening but from these darts carving a slaughter slap

you for fun and for exercise ,

like a run , but what I’m writing you’re liking , leave you tight , like a nun , the blood rushing through her tender thighs

never mind , it’s over now , K.O.’d the Buffalo Soulja , he’s broken down……

I enjoy making you look bad , just like your mirror…….I’ll pass to the left if there’s anything left of him…..

 word salad for days ...

Bored with you now vanilla ice ..

Bored or beaten ? be forewarned you’ll be adorned with scorn that’s even

more enormous than you’ve already worn , engorged on or eaten , you’re a poor sport , your performance more soft than porn with scenes that

don’t show the dong in intercourse no beave hits

you’re a butthead , no you’re Beavis , I’ve got TP for your bunghole , you’re smart but a Cheez whiz , Napoleon Bonaparte , little like a weak kid , and I’ve ridden you to victory like this was the Preakness

peek in , from time to time , so you can read what I’ve written in rhymes sublime

A sign of the times , an example of what is , now change your pants cuz damn you’re pissed

i said you weren’t a man , just some bastarrd trick , I’m silk , and you’re a mammary that’s lactating that I just had to milk , that’s just skills , that just kills , like when I said you were a bad dad , but that’s for rillz 

motherfuccker you’re squelched , motherfuccker you’re squashed , now run to Covers Help , uh huh , get along……

You're takling about dudes buttholes again ..

Your word salad is simple , but holes , dicks , children , incest , Rape,  death and violence ...yawn....

 I ain’t Ashton Kutcher but I put your panties in a bunch , I’m scandalous dammit you’re in shambles you been punked , I have to laugh , you’re the standard , look this up , pezzo di merda , verdad , you’re Costanza , flippin’ pans scared in the kitchen runnin’ passed women and children shook as fucck 

crooked with a crutch , I said you suck as a husband and your money , she booked , plus took the love , that’s why you’re tryin’ to be wise , I’ll remind you , I’ll put it up

on the screen , often please , you’re soft , and sweet , like them Krispy Kremes , you like to eat , I’m lightnin’  , steam , you can’t fight this , clean , writing slicing through your sight , it’s frightening , freeze , you been twice bit by teeth , and you haven’t even had your second breakfast yet , genuflect , I’ll write , you read

You’re like Deniro in Awakenings catch these balls , I have to say these things so radiant so you can be a plagiarist but change em all

change ya draws , you done took another shitt , I guess he’s mad and didn’t bother , but the realest thing that got under your skin was when I said that you were dismissive to your kids and that you’re a bad father…..

your Honor , I wholeheartedly agree , to smoke this Carlton in his ill fitting jeans , and if it’s thrills he seeks , call me Michael Jackson , but not when he went pedophile when he was still his fucckin’ blackest…….

I ain’t your average Joe , I’m a pro , when I’m writing paragraphs I’m just havin’ a smoke , I backflip over language I’m an arachnid you’re close , to my web and to death , go head wiggle your toes , you’re in my clinch , it’s a schism , you’re critical thinking , it’s broke , you think I’m fulla shitt ? Bitch I’m a ghost , I been through things that woulda split you and most , so imma call you a banana , now split , it’s a joke…

kickin’ the flow , like Ronaldo on Real Madrid , penaltykick for your prose , I see you wince and grimace thinkin’ with which will he go ? Left or right , fucck you , right down the middle your throat

score again as a chorus of roars spring up from your chest , even in postmortem I won’t hit the post and pour forth a scorching retort to your texts , you’re in poor form your absorption of my war script , coupled with threats , leaves this forum rejoicin’, you’re befuddled , you’re stressed , what’s next ? A rebuttal ? Fucck it your dead…..but blessed , cuz I erupted another one that’ll get stuck in your head……

If there is a definition of "on tilt" in a covers forum, it is being displayed magnificently.  It's like watching a train wreck while the conductor doesn't realize everyone watching is looking at him.  Kinda sad, I wish all the best.  

Nobody wins unless everybody wins.

3 to get ready , now go , now go…..

Utter destruction , complete annihilation , your mother thinks your repugnant , you’re not a husband , she’s lungin’ , thinkin’ why’s he goin’ apeshitt ,

28 Covers pages on display in his basement , all of em the same it’s , my 5 alarm blazes , scripts of pain , get your prescription , getcha medication , and if not get the Fire Department , cuz I started it , I sent him to the flames crisp

and crispier

snap , crackle and pop ,

I’m the Buffalo magistrate but I’m actin’ the cop , which one you want ? This one ? Good one ? Bad one ? I’m spock , it’s all in good fun , look punk you laughed cuz you’re lovin’ the drops

pick em up , sniffle yuck , you’re plum fulla snot , this the tissue , you got issues …. Hustler , a lot……

brown in your underwear you chuck em you’re not ,

French but in the end it’s mustard yellow in spots

Colorful cusswords you earned I’m the Rock , and you’re Pebbles , forget it , you’re no Fred , you’re exposed

I’m minus the Flint but motherfuccker I’m Stoned…..

can’t stop won’t stop Spockafella death bursts fa life…..

Spockincelo has gone insane...

Manifesto is enough to be on all the watch lists ..

Actually feel bad for the guy 

Another confirmation that spockpus.sy is Stump-Clown. Everyone knows Stump-tard has Mondays off.    Plus the fool just acknowledged he's a paid troll.   

Now on tilt, the clown won't quit. If the description fits - you must convict. Ban this triggered two-faced fake SAF bitch. Drugs, degeneracy and rocks that roll for brains makes him twitch, as he hitches a ride on the crazy train that's kitsch.

Getem9 , the pleasure’s all mine , hi , I been high , since September , everything’s fine ,

I guess nerds surrender to regular rhetoric everytime , pleasuring themselves to unexceptional , getting in bed with “ you tried “ , it’s forgettable , it’s pedestrian , come in , step inside

take a ride

this my train , you better behave , or I’ll make you famous , alright ?

I’m stainless , all fight , a signal of the times , and simple guys get mystified , quick , like in an instant if it isn’t like

neat and compact , kinda like your car , you’re cargo , I’ll carry you , out to the stars , I’m about it , and you’re about to get scarred , cuz you’re married to floundering but she went out the door hard

Now you find yourself alone with your thoughts , hoping upon hope , but it’s cold and you’re lost , I’ll give you no shoulder , don’t lean , you’re on your own ‘cept your doll , now hold it closer , closer , knowing you’re soft……

Tilt is a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a less than optimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive. 

Placing an opponent on tilt or dealing with being on tilt oneself is an important aspect of poker. It is a relatively frequent occurrence due to frustration, animosity against other players, or simply bad luck.

Coming from a casual forum observer, and avid poker player, the one "on tilt" is the one that steps outside their normal / natural tendencies.  It is as easy to tell at the table as it is in this thread.  One guy has fell off the cliff....and the other just continues to verse....peace be to all.  

@getem9 

What prolly pushed her over the cliff was Trubisky leaving Buffalo 

Care to also explain the term "pwned"? The word clearly applies over the last few pages, and it's closely related to "tilt" 

@getem9

You referring to me on tilt ?? Ha , I've been grinding out 55k and change profit as posted since 11/2020..

I've had enough of the racist , cult rube,  imcels and all their safs on Qovers celebrating my loved ones death , sex talk about my kids  , blatant racism , hate and bigotry...The mods have enabled and encouraged this behavior 

this is the p box if I want to voice my displeasure with them and the mods here I will....

Spockincelo is a deranged lunatic compelling a manifesto of murder , violence,  rape , incest , pedophilia,  animal murder , homosexual rape/ fantasies ...