Krulltar is like a vulture

But can’t hold down the rotten scraps

He rips off of vulgar culture

So he regurgitates them in raps.

Game over
We differ
I’m better
You’re bitter
I’m the pull
You’re the giver
I’m in control
Too much alcohol floods your liver.

Listen, wannabe heathen—

I’m the best MC breathin’

My style makes cheese in

Every state and lakes region

I’m on jet planes leavin’

The ground of gimmicks

Look down
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You’ve found Krulltar’s mental limits.

(MC T. holds the cord and lets the mic sway back and forth like a person at the end of a noose and points to the next challenger approaching the stage.)