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 f**ing around with the kid Noah Woods
Who'd probably poke me in the bu*t 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 a** 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 sh**e
But you gotta be f**ing 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 p**y to commend such insight"
Nowhere in this age now does might equal right
You're just a f**ing retard who doesn't know how write
Or express his feelings in a peaceful, meaningful way
Grow the f** 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 p**y that he is, talking all of his sh**
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 s**, and by s** I mean face f**
And if he tried that sh** on me then he'd be sh** 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