DESCRIPTION:
Written x Directed by Alex Sheehan & Casey Walsh

Beat by Evan Kennedy

Filmed x Edited by Dan Gill (DG Media)

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(Lyrics):
She goes out with a redhot x4

What's the story boys what, there's this moth, she goes out with a redhot,
lethal ring, titts and hips the bleedin' lot, and to be honest I wouldn't mind giving her a shot,
But here's the thing, i'm not a redhot, i'm a run around living off 25 spots,
always getting sent by the boys to the shops..
Here Alex get us banshees and a few lollipops!
But fuck it, I know this moth is gangster gee and what would she be doing with a muppet like me, ain't no bleeding scorcher i'm nowhere near a g but fuck it boys the hole on her i'm gonna have to see,
This is it now, I think she's the one, i'm head over heels cause I heard she smokes a tonne,
and fuck your man Casper so what he has a gun, I've king sized skins, and I'll smoke him up for fun,
It seems she's only with him because he gives her cash, he must be bigtime with the amount of money he has to splash, but if she was with me i'd always have her mashed,
we could drink stonehouse and slaughter pinners of hash!,
But no, she'd rather be smoking trees, taking d, getting on her knees for a g instead of me,
what a harsh reality, for your average wannabe, now listen to billy..
She's gangster gee!

She goes out with a redhot x2


Whats the story boys what, names Casper Walsh pal i'm a redhot, known for selling rock around the flats and on the block, say a word about me moth, and i'll have ye fucking shot,
Me birds alright she rolls a quality joint, keeps me shooter down her bra and me ounces in her tights, never dropping her knickers when there's a bit of coke in sight, cause when there's party's at night, she brings her own bag of white,
Eight criminal charges forever getting caught, robbing post offices with machete's in me socks,
If your asking about drugs you better speak in vague accounts, bottle of water for a quarter and an oscar for an ounce,
Don't be talking about feds because i'm paro off me head, smoking crack out in me shed, loading all me glocks with lead, and bashin' cats until their dead,
Cause i'm a ruthless cunt, bagging sacks and doing whacks as well as smoking blunts,
Even blew a coppers head off and then hid for months, I was locked up once,
You can tell i'm fucking scorching by the sight of me vest, hatchet wounds in me head,
and bullet holes in me chest, don't be looking at me bird pal don't put me to the test,
cause if I catch you staring at her you'll be taking your last breath!
She's my bitch, she's my property, rolls my joints, they are quality,
play this game, like it's monopoly, I have connections, Colombia to Offaly,
I won't say hello to ye on the street, even if I know you years there's nothing sacred to me,
Cause i'm a lethal fighter it means i'm practically famous,
so fuck you and you're greeting you're looking at the hash king..

She smokes amber leaf x2
AMBER LEAF