M-O-O-R-E
Young players in the game, man
You finna see, us flex
With every rap I put in text
I got the rhymes with intent to perplex
We ain't fucking around with the kid Noah Woods
Who'd probably poke me in the butt with his wood if he could
Now, I ain't hating, I'm just sayin'
With my kamehameha that's the wave I am makin'
Now I heard, Noah Woods, you ain't been feeling too good
Must've got your ass whooped if I've not misunderstood
But that's not something about which to be ashamed
God forbid your wittle cheekies should become inflamed
A fight is a plight in which you have talken shite
But you gotta be fucking kidding me if you think that's aight
To get in a fight is to proclaim "you're right
But I'm too much of a pussy to commend such insight"
Nowhere in this age now does might equal right
You're just a fucking retard who doesn't know how write
Or express his feelings in a peaceful, meaningful way
Grow the fuck up. That's all I got
Yo, my name is Alex Moore and you've heard from me before
Rap about Noah woods is what I got in store
So I know this funny guy who goes by the name of Noah
He tries to rap and diss me, but he really should grow a... pair
Of tits to match the pussy that he is, talking all of his shit
Now he's the fairy boy type, sparkle sparkle, peter pan
One blow on me is the last he would land
And by blow, I mean suck, and by suck I mean face fuck
And if he tried that shit on me then he'd be shit out of luck
Well anyway, I hope you thought our rap was rad
We're quick to be leaving; for that I'm really sad
But if you want to try again my friend, just give us a ring
Maybe next time it won't take until spring