[Verse 1](Casper Walsh)

We fuck the birds that be dying for the hole

Sell your brown on our turf and you'll have to pay a toll

We don't stroll through the flats packed with gats or a vest

Cause there's rats watching us have us under arrest

We don't mess we don't mess (we don't mess)

Point the shotgun at your chest decked out in our Sunday best. Ringer yes, Ringer yes (ringer yes)

Ringsend's finest, young fellas young fellas

First I smoke the green then I smoke the crack

Me an Alo reunited gonna bond the friendship back

Went and got whacked and we killed the Garda Rat

We had falling out again when I robbed his squidgy black

Now we sell the brown

Also known as horse and we'll never gonna stop killing junkies no remorse

Intercourse with your daughter's and your partners and your ma's yet just ask them they're all fuming cause I blow me muck too fast (Aww Aww I'm gonna blow me muck, I'm gonna blow me muck awwwuhhh)

The top is Hugo Boss

The jeans are Calvin Klein and me Aul one bought the runners for a oner ninety nine

I've two buggies left I'm half a buggy deep plus enough for a joint and a Johnny Blue for sleep

The wrist factor's sweet

New runners on me feet and if I get these runners dirty then I'm smashin someones teeth

[Verse 2](Eskimo Supreme)

Eskimo Supreme tearin down your door

Fuck the greatest

Fuck the basic fuck the latest

Fuck the faded fago take this joint outta me hand cause I'm feeling kinda weightless

Northern lights has me baked boys I'm in an awful state but

Life is all G I've got me self a fat mot who truly loves me

Always sucks me balls and makes me cups o' tea

Never wants a lick-out cause fuck eating out her gee, Check it

Straight from the East coast

Better take notes if ya wanna smoke a fat roach

Better take tokes of the bag of Ambo that I stroked off the cunts that I've croaked sellin' them some dodgy yokes

I fuck a black bitches

When my fat bitch is at home in the kitchen

All my side bitches are dark skinned and kissing and licking my dick they prefer it to chicken

Listen, It's hard to please a black woman especially when they think your white dick's the size of nothin'

Compared to black flutes that they are usually suckin'

I whip me pinner dick out and I started blushin'

Then they said something I thought that they were buzzin'

They love the young fella flute straight from Dublin

There hands started rubbing me balls I was cumming straight into their face and they told me they loved it

[Verse 3](Casper Walsh)

Told ya once told ya loads only

Want the fat hoes guns tits dominoes designer clothes

We thought that we made ourselves clear

We're gonna get what we deserve so don't fuckin' dare try interfere

It's the Dublin city G's pal, The Dublin City G's The Dublin City G's, It's the Dublin City G's pal

We're out to get the cheese we're out to get the cheese

It's the Dublin City G's pal, We're blowin' caps off these we're blowing caps of these

It's the Dublin City G's pal

We're Shipping overseas we're shipping overseas, Check it

(Eskimo Supreme)

Wakes up in the mornin' Henny pourin'

Two chubby bitches in the sack still whacked and I'm yawnin'

Sun is comin' through the blinds from the blue skies

Burn a bit of hash before I open up me eyes

Take a stroll outside give a belt to one the boys

Rollin' up a joint twist the point anticlockwise

(Casper Walsh)

Go and grab the doggy straight from the gaff

Then walk out the flats with a t-shirt on me back sortin' out a bag of pat

Yeah yeah

No slate just cash

No haze just hash

Have a straightener in the park there start ya day right

Have a barney have a knock have a scrap have a fight

Too many Yokes last night

Smirnoff and coke Captain Morgan's and Sprite

(There we are now)