Yeah..
Dank..
P-Fresh is here, so fucking clear the floor, hitting the mic, laying down the law. Not a whimper like rohan, but a genuine roar. By the time im done, you'll be begging me for more.
Like Kieran before skating, you're as keen as a been, but you wouldn't be so hasty if you knew what I've seen. Wouldn't be so quick if you knew where I've been, you're getting as desperate as JRB for green.
Rappings an art, and P-Fresh is the master, playing my part, I'm a walls strongest plaster. No ones going to kick me in, when you're in gus' house, you should know its a sin. But some people think, they're beyond the rules: that their shit don't stink, and their 'mates' are fools. I got news for you buddy: you ain't fooling' me. Out of ten on a scale, I'd rate you a three.
This has taken some time, but my message is here: if you're friends with P-Fresh, you got nothing to fear. But if you hate, or joke, or jeer: I'll push you to the edge, and the cliffs are sheer.

P-Fresh Is Here

These two say they're big dogs, but they tangle up their words. You'll find them playing magic in the library like nerds. Ones' hair is like a beacon, to attract other men. The other got outmuscled by a little Jew named Ben. If you haven't guessed already, I'll make it very clear. It's Tully and that Rohan kid, and both are very queer.
Growing up in bungendore you'd think he had some balls. When not correcting skating tricks he goes by Bevvie Smalls. The name is very accurate, he isn't large at all. But don't insult him too much, or old Ricky he will call.
He claims his dad is awesome, put sim-p-ly amazing, listening to stories you'd think he invented blazing. I know it's not true, but it makes a great tale, the only question left is why his son is such a fail.
I bet you all forgot, about his mate the little ranga, the one with zero bitches, this one couldn't pull a Ganga. He likes to say T-Dizzle but we know he's a T-Drizzle, cooking up some lyrics now, they're sure to burn and fizzle.
Him and Pat and Hamish, they are the greatest slights. The strangest sort of twins, with different looks and different heights. But if he wants to come along to all of the lads nights, he needs to formally resign from any rapping fights.
Just to set it straight, only ones against P-Fresh. I'll hand you out a diagram like good old Mr. Ehs. If you care to join me, I'll take you on a sesh, just don't ever give me shit, I'll treat you like a spesh.
This warning also goes out to that 'legend' B.E.V, muck around and dis me, you'll be sure to pay the fee. You will not know it's coming, so quick you cannot see, this is your last caution: don't fuck with The Big P.

The_P-Fresh