Demon King (Sukuna Rap) - Frazer

People are talking

People are talking about me, they’re so scared

These fingers are walking

Like lambs to the slaughter

Everywhere that I go

Death follows me, if you swallow my fingers, then you’re gonna know

Yeah, I’m the demon king, and I need a host

Slash!

If it comes to blows

You ain’t lasting long at all, you can ask Jogo

You better shut your mouth

I make sparks in the seas like a thundercloud

Yuji, I’m a demon so run them out

Spooky, I be scheming it underground

They all run around thy bozos

I be leaving them xtinct like dodos

I be making holes in them like ozone

They be running home to cry to Gojo

If I catch you simping him, then it’s your time to go

You need some discipline, you need a fighting code

I kept the monster in, like I’m a lycanthrope

Call me the king of kings, I got that Cyrus flow

I got em buzzin me, like they on silent mode

You live in luxury, with your designer clothes

The like a rugby team, they gotta try to cope

You lot are small to me, I need a microscope

Got the kids complaining that I curse now, uh

They don’t even know that I’m the king of this shit

Jogo, i be dealing with the burnout, uh

They don’t even know that I’m a miserable git

Physically sick, you do not match with my energy

We don’t deserve to be enemies

Watche me, I will dismantle a bitch accidentally

Study in scarlet, this shit elementary

Study in scarlet, this shit elementary, Sherlock, I got the hounds like it’s

Baskerville

Pointing my fingers, my fingers are deadly, curse god, I’m breaking crowns like

it’s Jack and Jill

We making vows like a wedding, no daffodils, I got a hunger I’m starving

So many people I had to kill, perish the weak, I do shit like it’s Darwin

The way I make pain I’m an artist

Bigger inside like a T.A.R.D.I.S

I leave the scene flabbergasted

I don’t like a post, I’m gon heart it

They all strike a pose, they so garbage

They gon strike a pose, in their casket

They like Styrofoam, they discarded

Hold them by the throat, I bring carnage

They won’t die alone, I’m so Marxist

Grip the microphone, I flow Arctic

In my shrine of bones, they make bargains

Play like xylophones, with their carcass, uh

Hardest, uh

Energy loss like the Amish, uh

You wanna live, then don’t step in the darkness

I’ll say a prayer to the dearly departed

People are talking

People are talking about me, they’re so scared

These fingers are walking

Like lambs to the slaughter

Everywhere that I go

Death follows me, if you swallow my fingers, then you’re gonna know

Yeah, I’m the demon king, and I need a host

Slash!

If it comes to blows

You ain’t lasting long at all, you can ask Jogo

So, I’m the king of the curse, gimme your worst, bro

Yeah, I’m the demon king, and I need a host

Slash!

If it comes to blows

You ain’t lasting long at all, you can ask Jogo