[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 don't 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 won't 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 won't be there tonight so no one's getting escorted

& I also got a bag of white that's 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]

[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*

[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 won't 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