Is it nonsense, is it poetry?

[matthew330]

AIMguy1: hello--are you in my computer?
Aimguy1: i think i can hear you screaming
aimguy1: if i set you free
is it 3 wishes granted to thee?
guy2: Yer knot raght
guy1: do we agree, if not i shall delete thee
guy2: Hee,hee,hee
guy1: hark, hark --tis the scream of the man on my pentium
guy2: don't go taking durty now
guy1: hes is screaming at me, screaming blindly in the whirl of the fan
guy1: cooling him--cooling him
guy2: on a serious note: can you help me get my resume together in the morning?
guy1: the artificial air of my fluorecant hell, .......my office cell
guy1: hark--he becons for my assist
guy1: i shall get the screwdriver--the tools of my trade
guy1: shall crack the case, to see his face
guy1: the man on my pentium chip
guy1: running the show
guy2: I'm getting a copy of my old resume this afternoon and I have a copy of my present job duties
guy1: and to make his resume --for the world to show
guy2: Kevin is waiting for me to e-mail it to him.
guy1: tis precious the time we shall spend---building his papers
guy1: so he needs not the vapors
guy2: gotta get back to work now.
guy1: from my flourecant hell
guy1: --on the morrow, your resume we shall complete
guy1: for the job market in which you shall compete

[iamtheone]

Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
I don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already
Now here we go

(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman)

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)
These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)
Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots
We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds
Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh)
Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn)
I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you
You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up
You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up
Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out

[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy
I don't know
If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already

[iamtheone]

No sence