Demon King (Sukuna Rap) Rustage (Ft. Frazer (FRAZERXVII))

[Chorus: 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

[Verse: Rustage]
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 thеy bozos
I be leaving them еxtinct 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
Watch 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