[Lyric] NO MOORE - Ian Moore Diss Track. (Callum Adams)

[Callum and Tom - In the tune of Fast Food Song]
I'll beat you up
I'll beat you up
You're a certified weapon
And a big fat fuck

[Callum]
Ian, I wanna hear no more
Every time you talk, all I hear is squawking
Keep my name out your mouth
Take a trip out your house and just start walking
It'll do you a favour
Lay off the quavers, and just stop talking
You're a fat angry man, in love with his hand
And you're not important

[Tom]
Now I know it may seem, like we're being quite mean
But this tubby tugging terror likes to wank on stream
To teens, the scenes, are just disturbing
Don't come at me till you've listened and you've heard him
This rotund fellows full of so much shit
Looking at the cunt, it's a miracle it fits
"Little Druggy Mate", Me?
Lad are you crazy?
I'll bring you this L
Cause I know you are lazy
Sit the fuck down
I bet you're already sitting
Who the fuck am I kidding?
Better keep yourself hidden
You fucking slitheen
Keep chatting shit and I'll slap you through the screen

How dare you?
Coming after Big C
Coming after me, chatting shit on your streams

[Callum]

Think I'll spare you?
Well you're mistaken
I can't tell if you are wobbling or shaking
Put the crown down pork round
You're a clown
This is my town, walk around
Keep going and you're heading for a beat down
This the kind of beef that you can't just eat now

I'm the king
That's a fact
I win
You're a twat
You're a vile little creature
Without a single redeeming feature
I'm here to teach ya
How to behave
Start by shutting that hole in your face
You spew hate like a chubby volcano
Looking like the flood that pops on Halo
I'm an OG, Mega Drive
You're obese, mega wide
Me fight you? Never guy
You're type 2, You'd probably die

[Tom]

Jabba the Cunt
I'll be incredibly blunt
You're the type of guy only a mother would want
You're sick
And you're twisted
Probably should have quit, but you persisted
"You're bum juice, coming out into my mouth"
What the fuck dude? I don't think you're allowed
When he's fifteen! You're thirty-four!
You were 19, when the kid was born!
This is obscene, lets see some more
Here's a little poem that I wrote before
'Roses are red
Violet's are blue'
"I'm wanking my dick here for you."