Lack Of Gratitude (Remix) (KRT R...

And as of now I’ve handed proof, attacked cause they can’t stand the truth

So grab your lack of gratitude and add it to your attitude, these brats assume

They can attack the crew, they get smacked, it’s true, grabbin’ the Mac and then blastin’ you

If you assholes losin’ then that’s on you, rather go at the group clappin’ you

Remove em, it’s as if you fuckin’ asked to lose, choosin’ the clashin’ route

These hacks so butthurt their asses bruised, act like you have a strap on you, you’re cappin’ dude

I pack a tool, you pack a juiced Adam’s apple I’m stabbin’ through like a pack of juice

Cause every cunt dissin’ gettin’ crushed just like Sunkist, so get to runnin’

Like you got a condition, stung cause these guns leave you punks flinchin,’ I got tons of em

One minute, chumps claim we done, finished, next minute all the motherfuckin’ dumb critics

Wanna fuss cause we still up, winnin’ like a bunch, and they attempted to keep up with us

But the clutch slipped and they spun into a ditch and ended up with one victim

Constricted in a crushed Civic with the front of it busted like Russ Phillips

Right now I’m just gettin’ your hon into position, plunge into that slut, rippin’

Up her base, cause that ass, it’s delicious, she said my thrust rhythm

When I thump’s like I’m in the sun mixin’ Mentos and Coke, got her bubblin’

But when the opps fuck bitches, you know there’s no chemistry, so it’s just physics

Bitch we prepared to spin, barrelin’ through the area and we ain’t finna spare yo kin

Who compared y’all to seraphim, you gon sit in the lair with them where they live

I ain’t carin,’ since y’all some Karens who barely know what awareness is

Y’all be trippin’ on heroin, it’s harrowin’ when I win by a hair and then jealous airheads de-

-Clare I rig all my shit cause they bawlin’ since arrogant bitches rarely win

They better get a pair of rims, to be fair though, like Simmons they’d airball then

Shit’s embarrasin’, tearin’ in with a paramilitary like a terrorist, end up with some buried limbs

Yo existence is wearin’ thin, this could be where it ends, better cherish it

Air is thin like you went to the very tip, I’m aware that you swear on dick

Cause you scared of chicks, where you been, say a prayer when the trail begins

Better expect some expectoration oration cause I be spittin,’ yo plight’s ballistic

You whippin’ to find opinions implyin’ winnin is my decision, you’re right as Mike Tyson is, it’s

The crisis minute, slicin’ dipshits with wide incisions and visibly high statistics

And slidin’ in like an iPhone widget, supplyin’ missiles that leave your sight bright and vivid

Bitch Ima get em like a high percentage of you shitheads’ lives are finished

You boutta die a critic, leave you silent like a diacritic, and time’s restricted

Like I’m gettin’ a pilot ticket, if the sky’s the limit I’m finna defy the physics

Cause I’m acidic and I see them crying bitches, cyrogenically ending em, so don’t cry and get pissed

Since my acension is scientific, you could be held higher if you tried admittin’

That shit instead of lying just like a bitch does, I bet yo Nikes legit as your fucking ID is then

Yeah, KRT sucks and that’s just a fact, he loves to clash but he actually sucks at that

He just stuck each match up his ass and then snubbed the champ

And he’s comin’ after another battle but finna get hit with a thunderclap

Run it back, you ain’t upper class, X Factor puts up Russell stats meaning you need to cut the crap

But you give 2 fucks bout facts and just assume what you hear is true

None of it’s sincere or proof, but when it comes to keepin’ it straight then ain’t nobody queer as you

Cause you ridin’ more than Paul, but no one’s reverin’ you, a fearful dude

Don’t come to me when tears accrue, pullin’ up with the crew and y’all better clear the queue,