Written x Directed by Alex Sheehan & Casey Walsh Produced by Evan Kennedy Filmed x Edited by Dan Gill (DG Media) ■ Outburst Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/VersatileTheOfficial?pnref=story ■ DG Media: https://www.facebook.com/DGMediaDublin?fref=ts ■ Instagram: @caswalsh, @eskimosupreme **Lyrics** 1st Verse: Whatche say that for, ye little bleeding thick, i've a fucking ounce balled and we could have been nicked, I know yeah but fuck him I knew he couldn't run quick, now lets get bleeding whacked & forget about the prick, I dont wanna get chased man you know I'm proper stressing, I didn't sort yokes & we're going to a session, I'm praying the boys have a few cause that would be a blessing, If you think I wont get mashed tonight you'd wanna be messing, I was talking to the boys & they told me they got sorted, The speakers fixed & all pal its no longer distorted, & Garda wont be there tonight so no one's getting escorted, & I also got a bag of white thats waiting to be snorted, Thank fuck for that now I'm dying to get plastered, Drop a few yellows & scrap a Garda bastard, When pigs come to sessions its always a disaster, But when I pan them out i'll leg it cause I can run faster, When you say it like that man you have me fucking buzzing, I might drop a yoke or two or maybe a couple dozen, Lash a few cans back & have a knock off me cousin, Then come home bleeding pissed & give me bird a dutch oven, The boys are after texting me their waiting at the docks, Then we're going to the offo & getting out the box, Lovely just remembered they got me a gram from the bough, I heard its tangerine dreams & its top of the stock.. Todays a good day its the end of the drought, I went two whole days without a roach near me mouth, Me & Alex going the offo & all the boys are out, & Thank fuck I dodged that motherfucking drought, Cause when it comes to green pal I couldn't do without, & I'm not talking about cabbage or brussels sprouts, & hopefully there's gonna be a few sluts about.. Cause we're gonna be like fishermen, reeling in the trout. Chorus: Its a fucking mad scene, blokes/birds getting mashed, session gets crashed, the Garda gets bashed, Me & the boys smoking some hash x2 2nd Verse: Strolling to the session, me life is a doss, Rolled a joint, got stoned, got paid by Fás, When it comes to sniffing everyone knows I'm the boss, I'll start a session here & bring it to Moyross, That joint is whopper boys the blow off it's a beauty, You'll never find a session where the boys are off duty, Never took the gear but pal we smoke the blueys, Boys I'm telling ye these yokes are mad chewy! You relax will ye, before I lose the plot, I'm trying to figure out will there be any moths, & I dont care about stuck up birds regarded as hot, Fat birds love you as a person & give you ya rocks, Of course there will be fat birds, chill out ya headcase, There'll be one for all the boys, cause they'll have all their mates, But lets forget about that now, & pick up the pace, Cause the quicker we get there the quicker I'm outta me face, Me session senses tell me, its gonna be a kicker, I'm dying to get whacked come on we start walking quicker, Boys I'm starving who's staling it the chipper, Need to line me stomach before I start abusing me liver, Bollox to that, we got Sid Da bleeding Caterer, He made some hash browns with his money from the labour, Lovely if a session moth goes near them I'll be baiting her, Cause every session needs a scrap & every session needs a straightener! *Chorus* 3rd Verse: What the fuck this is mad, Garda crashing the session, Hung by the neck & fucking stabbed, the poor cunt got it bad.. Fuck him he's just a rat we need to skat before enforcements come, Back to the flats boys the Garda's getting wrapped boys, We're all gonna get a swarmed by the swat, I'm sure as hell not getting caught, Fuck the boys & fuck me moth, rubber pellets fucking hurt, We need to find the boys first & leave the Garda in the dirt, .. That was Jays voice, where the fuck's that mongo I can see the Garda lights "Boys what's up!?" Where were you ye thick a Garda's dead & now we're all fucked, He was fingering a barrel in a bush & she had thrush.. Listen get the boys quick or else we're all getting nicked, Sid has a half-o down his balls, & a blunt between his lips, Yeah we get on the move, Cause the Garda rats will be flooding the place very soon, Fuck it tho at least they know it now just how we do, On the east coast of Dublin pal you wont find no fools!, Here Alex your mad your bleeding losing the head, But I can't say I'm not glad that the Garda scum is dead, Shout out to all the boys in Dublin from the boys in Ringsend!. wats up wats up tallaght, ye, ye finglas, ha ha wats d story coolock, ye shout out to ballyer wha, ye, noely rudd wat, ye ye lovely blueys der wha ha ha

• published: 10 Aug 2015
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