Let’s talk about the man who thought he was a hitman, Bringing tools to a god? That wasn’t the plan. You caught me off guard? That was just a warm-up, I came back from the dead just to pour up your cup. A "Sorcerer Killer" who died by a teen, Left a hole in your chest, the cleanest I’ve seen. You died for a paycheck, I lived for the crown, I didn't even try when I put your body down. Now you're just a memory, a ghost in the rain, While I’m the King of the World, ignoring the pain. Sukuna: And then there’s the "King," the one with the teeth, Hiding in a brat's shadow, hiding underneath. Four arms, two faces, and still you’re a fraud, Trying to measure your height against a literal god. You’re a relic of the past, a dusty old scroll, I’ll burn every finger till I’ve taken your soul. You’re the King of Curses? Well, I’m the King of the Game, By the time I am done, they’ll forget your name. (Outro) Domain Expansion: Infinite Void. It’s over before it started. Stay humble.
ENذكرفي منتصف العمرترفيهوسائل التواصل الاجتماعيإعلانمتوسطنشيطديناميكيواثقمعبرمسحواضحناعممتحركرواية القصصالألعاب
