Barkley Beats

Seriously? You don't know who I am?

I'm Barkley Beats, the bloody rapping dog!

If you haven't heard of me, you must be living under a tennis ball.

Oh! Tennis ball!? Where?

Working on a new rhyme. Check it out!

Chillin' in Riverrise, paws on the ground,

Sniffin' out bones, ain't no better sound.

Dogs be barking, but I've got my own,

In this dog-eat-dog world, I'm holding my throne.

So, what do you reckon, mate? Ruff enough for you?

Oh, this place? Beats me, mate.

Last bloke who tried putting a leash on me had an address here.

Figured I'd bring his bones back, you know? Return them to their rightful owner.

Except for the one I chewed up, that's our little secret.

Now I'm just hanging around chillin'.

Nah, bugger off tail chaser.

No thanks, I'm all good.

Not right now, mate.

Don't need help, mate.

Always up for some fresh vibes. What have you got?

Bloody oath, could use some creative spark! And a light...

Absolutely, could do with a new beat to bounce to.

For sure! Inspiration strikes in the strangest ways, mate.