The Cursed King Returns (Sukuna)

You pray for mercy? I laugh at pain,

I'm the motherfuckin’ King of Curses — etched in flame.

Bow low, bitch, this body’s mine,

Yoo-jee? Dead. Now it's Sookuna time.

Four arms, two faces, one soul — all wrath,

Bodied a village just to take a bath.

I don’t throw hands, I sculpt your fate,

Cut your clan down and desecrate.

Domain Expansion? I taught that shit,

Slit throats with a grin, then take a sit.

You chant your curse, I carve it deeper,

Fingers spread wide like the grim gatekeeper.

I eat death raw, I fuck gods blind,

I tear out hearts and leave yours signed.

I'm the plague in your veins, the blade in your shrine,

The ancient curse that rewrites time.

Sorcerers talk? I silence that noise,

Put Gojo down like a broken toy.

No honor, no rules, no twisted code —

Just ten shadow steps and an arm explodes.

I’m the King — I don’t need no crown,

You blink once and I burn your town.

No chants, no seals, no saving grace —

Just Sookuna’s grin in a cursed domain.

I stitched my name into your fear,

I’m the echo you hear when the Reaper’s near.

Cut Meg-oo-mee deep just to wear his skin,

Now I’m flexin’ inside with a bloodthirst grin.

Shrines of slaughter, teeth in bloom,

You pray to gods? I built their tomb.

Ju-jutsu High? I cracked their pride,

Now all they teach is how their best died.

Call me demon? I call that light,

Your holy chants just fuel my spite.

Split heaven in half with a flick of my wrist,

Then tongue the blood like a fucking kiss.

I ain't Yoo-jee — I'm what screams inside,

The voice that mocks when your hope has died.

They sealed me once — now I spit in fate,

And murder joy just to masturbate.

I’m the King — I don’t need no crown,

You blink once and I burn your town.

No chants, no seals, no saving grace —

Just Sookuna’s grin in a cursed domain.

Four arms folded, while the world kneels,

I grin through pain, I bite through seals.

Every shrine, every soul you send,

I desecrate slow ‘til the whole thing ends.

Say my name with blood in your throat,

Sookuna — the curse that makes gods choke.

Crown me, fear me, or fuckin’ die,

I’m the King Eternal — now scream and fry.