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no moore - ian moore diss track. - callum adams lyrics

[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 f*ck

[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 w*nk 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 sh*t
looking at the c*nt, 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 f*ck down
i bet you’re already sitting
who the f*ck am i kidding?
better keep yourself hidden
you f*cking slitheen
keep chatting sh*t and i’ll slap you through the screen

how dare you?
coming after big c
coming after me, chatting sh*t 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 tw*t
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 c*nt
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 f*ck 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 w*nking my d*ck here for you.”

- callum adams lyrics

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