J-Franks - 5k and Chattin' 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 gay 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 who*es And scumbags, 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**ing joke with your delusions of grandeur "Oh f**, big words, save that for your explaining" There it is again, that stupid damn complaining I got news for you hoes, let me give it to you short RapGenius 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**ing terrorism, the enemy's from Albania News flash b**h: ain't no stoppin' Money$Team mania [Verse 2, AKA The Lessor God Verse, i.e. Demeter, Helios: iRod] So many b**hes b**hin It sounds like a f**in kitchen You have three fake accounts Pretending you're on a mission I see your hat is white, that sh** 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** the Jester Do you really think that anyone cares? Scumbag'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 a** 'til he cried for help Shoulda heard him cryin', like a pre-teen b**h with an itch for dick These clowns ain't laughin' cause they know its my sh** that sticks Call it what you want, but sure as sh** 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**h I wrote the constitution Holy sh**, am I done yet? Somebody call the doctor, I can't f**in' hear This sh**ty 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-a** nikkuhs trynna spread b**hmade rules You ain't Guy Fawkes and V was a stupid who*e 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 Ga**in' up the white jackets, f**in' up the Forum f** these Albanian p**y n***as, we all deplore 'em You're sittin' at your keyboard, on some web war sh** 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***as thinking that your sh** 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** 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