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Phantom Troupe (Hunter X Hunter)
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Tyler Clark production
Witness tricks and picking card
I pick kids and pick apart
Their body parts
All stiff and hard
Pick a target, grip his heart
Simpin for a king
Well I'm a joker so the fight starts
Stickin' with the rubber and gum
Like it's a fine art
So strong opponents come at me
And you'll be gettin' clapped dude
Bungee gum attached too
You'll be needing clown shoes
I'm bad too, Ilumi-nate
My blood lust in a bad mood
I can carry all the spiders on my back
Like tattoos
Do not act rash boy
Your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes, on the third
Filleting you instead
Thunderclap, flash, zenny stance
Aiming at your head
Got that dome Gon
Like Hisoka among for some neck
Better reign in every breath
I might take it as a threat
I might shank you through your shoulder blades to take away your flex
Send a message
Take your lungs away and say it with your chest
I'm not the one to fuck with
Why you think they saved it for the best?
Don't get attached to me
In fact
Attaching limbs is one of my specialities
No defending
Against these nen strings
Got you hooked
Yeah you're no match
Even if you do get away
I can track you down and pull you back
A catch
If two thousand mafia fell short
What makes you think that you have a chance?
Killin', don't come at me
Absolutely not
You two ain't got what I got
It's an onslaught
To us spiders you're pot shots
You cannot hope to come out of this on top
Thief, but bet that I'm a threat
Yeah number three in the troupe
I'll cut your head off with these threads and make a puppet out of you, yeah
I'm packing the pain and faster than
Anybody tryin' to pass me will be
Seeing my image after their death
Feitan making the blade slice
But I got the umbrella to stay dry
But I'll be packing all the heat
Anybody dyin' like a shadow beast
Like the biggest ass magnifying glass
Unafraid to wear this all black
Look at my bullet to shoot thots
When I'll be giving every ounce of pain
I guess that I'll fight you
Taking out the trash with these ants
Beat you in an arm wrestle?
Now you suck more than I do
Call me dirt devil, die, son
Like a spider 'til you dried up
Clean it up 'cause I have to
I'm worse than your mom when I beat you with a vacuum
I'm just here to take what's mine
Then I'll start cracking skulls
I ain't aiming for your G spot
But this gon be your time of the month
When I have to make you bleed, dot
I don't wanna make 'em bleed
But I'm all about the money
I've been living in the greed
So don't give me a reason
So you better go bring in the blinky to mop
Coming in and we wage war
Whether treasure or your life we gon' take more
Scared of spiders in your house
Phantom Troupe coming in to control those
Raining down like meteors with Chrollo
And you know we're about to steal the whole show
Fighting dog, bitch Shar Pei
Biting off a bit, parfait
The cruelest crew of fugitives
Dispatching any enemy in seconds
You might settle for a booster seat
Deadin those who cross me
Like their body's on a crucifix
So I best get to spraying shots like pesticide
If he keeps tryna mess with I
Don't need no straps to make you catch a round
I ain't just talking about my cantabile
That's my conjurer ability
Bonolenov is my name and you ain't getting rid of me
I'm the guy who's known to trigger trypophobia
When I put more holes in ya
Than any of my people see
Scanning through your recollection
While I'm loading ammunition
Got the truth no contradiction
I don't need your damn permission
Six shots for your dome no reload
I'ma tap your banks for a repo
Down low posted up no joke
And I got you in the scope
No matter what the page reads
There is no way that you can break me
I ain't afraid to pull, fire
But I'm the arm of the spider
Most likely I'll catch a body
Like papers in a teachers office
Never let the left know what the right is doing
Your death is what I'm construing
Let my replica reposition your entire condition
You just another addition
From the bottom of the pent
Tryna to rise to the ascent
Number four in the troupe
Got a lot of things to prove
My intel tells me that it'll be true
Killua, yes I am coming for you
I don't do it for the money
I don't do it for the fame
Villains steady paper chasing
Veins are struck with confetti when I arrive on the scene
Is it a party with voodoo paper dolls or snake poisoning?
Find a victim I can prick the nape of
It's danger when I flip the switch
Bats just need a signal maker
The current courses through them like a river does
There's noise approaching
Not a ghost this troupe has tropes of genocidal notion
To your final destination
You don't want to see me with the hands sir
Did all of my dirt off camera
Hit a lick with the clique
Could be holding your kids for ransom
Seem like I don't do shit
Y'all seen how I had the primate shooky
Smoove turned his ass to a bape hoodie
At the auction I'm planning to take goodies
These kids try me like they gon' kill me
Coming in and we wage war
Whether treasure or your life we gon' take more
Scared of spiders in your house
Phantom Troupe coming in to control those
Raining down like meteors with Chrollo
And you know we're about to steal the whole show
Stacking these corpses and headstones
Thievery done in a pen stroke
Look through my book of abilities
Killing you, guess I could call it a Death Note
Fur on my coat, that's the dress code
Leaving you wondering where did a chunk of your head go?
It's crime without punishment
We all frighten the populace
Not even Zoldycks can handle me when my flow starts
The Phantom Troupe will bring a requiem like Mozart