Porello online rap battle : Unleash the beast edition 2016

[KINGIE-PORELLO]

we are back on the forums once more for all you hip hop freaks out there on the game
lets place our hate mail in a lyrical bunch

choose your style any style is allowed NO RULES

IN THIS ONE YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU LIKE ON AND ABOUT WHO EVER !

[KINGIE-PORELLO]

shake bake that pie
there is no divide the whole lot is for I
I be managing as you watchin me count my money before your eyes
my style catches your girls's eye by surprise
14k chain from my neck with silver bracelet on ma wrist what you expect you have the same if you get what I get ! NO DISRESPECT

ima the king of this master poectic hectic rhymin thing its my world was my dream now its money making !

[Volume]

Getting this cash flow, looting bots and weak individuals, maybe then... I will go, Bank and travel, across the sea, multiple opportunities, every hour smashing bots and multis as I please. Please don't mind, my mind as I release, committed with ease, best believe, The_coffee_Shop, always smoking trees, that THC is what all we breath.

[KINGIE-PORELLO]

we ride to surive/a bullet in da middle of ya eyes/when ya speak lies bout our lives
we the then we the next what do you respect you don't have cash like we get
we redeem the top spot load glocks brass knuckles/lay mofos out if they cause hassles chuck bodies from boats sink em no floats busted slashed throats !
we shine like the stars/like we are/we rock rap country superstars with golden guiters
three lines three words a rhyme thats mine its crazy but thats my truest legacy
we fine like a fine reflection from dia-mends on chromes cruisin in a mercendez benz!
you see me out spark spiral up like the fireball from the volcano spout so hot nothing can put me out
ready steady aim pop somebody

[KINGIE-PORELLO]

Ima bee watch me sting ya pop a mothafuka so fresh no expiry date/Ima so good I leave na mistakes /come in and out you don't know whats gon on bout /we the west we the south we fuck mofo's up lay mofo's out / gold chains flash threads stacks of bread the hatin getting to ya head/we are real you are low life material we high definition your nothing/the partial reason your bleedin ya career ain't succeedin so your resulting to treason toxic air be breathing
see the crown round my skull it sits there a lil more cause it will never fall
my chains swing left to right fuck around you will loose your life tonight
weapons on fist which one you pick cause I come so deadly Ima swish
counting stacks so hot I cause hot attacks
the world shakes we come in numbers we the worst earthquake
you jelous you hating the money we be making we in for the high life we gettin it right with a fight!

[KINGIE-PORELLO]

pittin rhymes bone dislocating motherfucka's hating not taking the wishin participating in the shit we be making its making my head achin step the fuck back or i break it off motherfuka you don't know who runs the show ------bitch

[Volume]

( Aha! Nice. )

[KINGIE-PORELLO]

hahahahahahahahahahahahahah keep going !

[Guest]

No disrespect but its not as gd as you think i dnt think freestyle is your strong suite but its just my personnel opinion only jus saying

[KINGIE-PORELLO]

oh look a critic ahahahahahaha

MOVING ON ~

[buttonz]

Hi I m buttonz

[daniele]

I think this is 49th of same threads where kingie thinks hes good at something hes really bad

[buttonz]

I think I m OK what do you think

[Guest]

oh look a critic ahahahahahaha

MOVING ON ~

Yes i am being a critic but a good one 😄

[SS_k1lla_D]

Don't worry about the boy when I cock it an do it/
I'm to fast for this game, so chop an screw it/
I'm bringing pain to the ears of all these rap lames/
Burn em up with flames I set on tracks Mayne/
Boston mass on the map, an you can't stop us now/
Like a Compton jail, we got the game on lock down/
I'm ferocious and atrocious, and you rappers better notice/
That I'm lyrically precocious, an I'm gonna leave you hopeless/
Im rolling with the star lineup, nuttin but the dopest/
And you haters can't resist us, cause you'll end up dope sick/
Line after line son, you love it and you know it/
Got it stuck in your minds, so when you hear my rymes you flow it/
Too Ill with it, there's no debating/
Always spitting sicker shit then them cancer patients/
Everybody bumps this sickness, got the house shaking/
Cause we beating on more tracks, then NASCAR racing/
Got you lame rappers pacing, shaking, getting all sweaty/
Cause with me around, you ain't living your dreams so call me Freddy/
Cause y'all nuttin but snacks on them tracks...lil Debbie/
Killa D the lyrical marine, stays armed an ready/
To crunch on everyone of your Bars, like Nestlé/
Never ever in your lame lives should you try an test me/
Cause I'll blow up on your ass, quicker then a shooken pepsi/
And cops, they do you no good cause they can't ever catch me/
But back to the topic, cause I'm dropping bombs...atomic/
Fuck being ironic, cause I'm ripping up you comics/
Im true artist, y'all probably messing with that phonics/
But honest, anything's a hit with Killa-D on it!!!!!