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5k and chattin' - money$team lyrics

[intro: j-franks & 6xplatinum, jcalvin]
so we see that yall are gettin’ mad
and that’s sad and all…
but we stay 5k and chattin’
(stay chattin’)
and you guys…yall g-y and fappin’
(don’t be mad ’bout this either)
aight lets take it to em’ fam
(dog)
j-franks ready to steam roll

[verse 1 aka the god verse: j-franks]
okay, first up, why we calling this a war?
how real can it be when it’s pimps vs wh0r-s
and sc-mbags, and jesters, and legolas too
i ain’t afraid, i’m kony, what uganda do?
you got ten accounts, with some unaccounted for
you’re such a f-cking joke with your delusions of grandeur
“oh f-ck, big words, save that for your explaining”
there it is again, that stupid d-mn complaining
i got news for you hoes, let me give it to you short
rapg*nius is a game and the ball is in our court
y’all are in the nosebleeds, n’ there’s nothing you can do
the best you got is the window seat, erykah badu
when you argue, your brains freeze, call that cool for thought
my verse almost done and i see you’re too distraught
it’s like f-cking terrorism, the enemy’s from albania
news flash b-tch: ain’t no stoppin’ money$team mania

[verse 2, aka the lessor god verse, i.e. demeter, helios: irod]
so many b-tches b-tchin
it sounds like a f-ckin kitchen
you have three fake accounts
pretending you’re on a mission
i see your hat is white, that sh-t is cray
tengo uno tambien, la mina es verde
maboo es marado, and so are all my friends
i got 4,000 iq but the chat is what i’m in
you spend so much time on rg, how do you eat ya’ll
i’d be mad too if i couldn’t make a beat dog
jester on the track, and didn’t get credited
oh is your chat broke? well let me edit it

[verse 3: 6x]
md jacked off the ripper
made a thread about it and called his sh-t the jester
do you really think that anyone cares?
sc-mbag’s galore and your accounts come in pairs
i found who i was lookin’ for
shot ’em, brought him back to my pad, tossed him down my well
maxed out the voltage, shocked him in his -ss ’til he cried for help
shoulda heard him cryin’, like a pre-teen b-tch with an itch for d-ck
these clowns ain’t laughin’ cause they know its my sh-t that sticks
call it what you want, but sure as sh-t ain’t a war
that would imply that there were two sides that got a chance to perform
five thousand posts and still zero contribution
enjoy living on the forums, b-tch i wrote the const-tution
holy sh-t, am i done yet?
somebody call the doctor, i can’t f-ckin’ hear
this sh-tty beat’s got me bleedin’ from the ear

[verse 4: conch]
makin’ my way to arkham, it’s time to slay some crazy fools
clown–ss nikkuhs trynna spread b-tchmade rules
you ain’t guy fawkes and v was a stupid wh0r-
i’m bringin’ chinese new year straight to your front door
you house gon’ be gone, shoutout to big daddy conch
when the bodies are buried, on your grave, he’ll bust a nut
so please, step back, you don’t wanna scriddap
you’re better off with seppuku, cradle your guts in your lap
g-ssin’ up the white jackets, f-ckin’ up the forum
f-ck these albanian p-ssy n-ggas, we all deplore ’em
you’re sittin’ at your keyboard, on some web war sh-t
leavin’ a mess on the forum, trynna score some soundcloud hits
when i summon the rain, i’ll boil you from the heavenly plane
you’ll try to evade and throw that green hair down the drain
but, nah, i’ve got your face branded in my mental
when i find you, you best believe i’m catchin’ more than your dental

[verse 5: asvpflacko]
one question? why you madd dawg?
sound clouding n-ggas thinking that your sh-t is raw
you’re perfection ends up as an erection, which is less then flaw
mr. inspector gadget coming to inspect your draws
respect, you have to earn it so transcribe some songs
instead of potato chips and posting threads wearing thongs
feeling right sometimes, even when i feel wrong
trolling all the way from albany to hong kong
chill that sh-t out, give you novacane so you can’t feel a thang
if you don’t i’mma hang you to a tree and give you body bangs
then give you a bicycle kick like my name is liu kang
then turn my name purple and run you over with cam’ron’s range

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