Tyler Clark production
Witness tricks and picking cardI 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
The dark assassin and
I'm packing the pain and faster than
Anybody tryin′ to pass me will be
Seeing my image after their death
Now your fate's gone
Feitan making the blade slice
Then it′s raining blood
But I got the umbrella to stay dry
They're attacking me
But I′ll be packing all the heat
And now my sun exposing
Anybody dyin' like a shadow beast
Spider burning every ant
In the summertime
Like the biggest ass magnifying glass
That you see
Unafraid to wear this all black
When I'm too hot
Come and battle me
Look at my bullet to shoot thots
No shades on
Another head screwed off
When I′ll be giving every ounce of pain
Back for keeps
Wait? Who are you again?
I guess that I′ll fight you
Taking out the trash with these ants
So you might lose
Beat you in an arm wrestle?
I don't have to try to
Find your weak spots
Now you suck more than I do
Call me dirt devil, die, son
From a Dyson
Sucking out your blood
Like a spider ′til you dried up
Turn you into dust
Clean it up 'cause I have to
I′m worse than your mom when I beat you with a vacuum
Monster
No Frankenstein
I'm just here to take what′s mine
Go against the troupe
Then I'll start cracking skulls
And breaking spines
When I finger blast you
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
Get up on your knees
I don′t wanna make ′em bleed
But I'm all about the money
I′ve been living in the greed
I don't do refunds
Double machine gun
Loaded and cocked
So don′t give me a reason
To mow you down
Like tall grass
Better fall back
I ain't all cap
So you better go bring in the blinky to mop
I′m like a soda
They 'bout to get pop
Phantom Troupe
Coming in and we wage war
Whether treasure or your life we gon' take more
Scared of spiders in your house
Then we raid yours
Run on one of us?
That′s what a gang′s for
Phantom Troupe coming in to control those
Who oppose us
Hunters taking low blows
Raining down like meteors with Chrollo
And you know we're about to steal the whole show
Dudes a beast
Fighting dog, bitch Shar Pei
They′re food to me
Biting off a bit, parfait
Mushroom cloud
Got him soiling
Shiitake
Wild guy with the style
Fur mink
Archaic
The brute is in
It's Uvogin
The cruelest crew of fugitives
Dispatching any enemy in seconds
Do it super quick
Try and reach my level
You might settle for a booster seat
Deadin those who cross me
Like their body′s on a crucifix
Y'all are buggin
So I best get to spraying shots like pesticide
I put a pest aside
If he keeps tryna mess with I
You catchin′ fists
Don't need no straps to make you catch a round
My music hits
I ain't just talking about my cantabile
I got bars
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
Ask Chrollo, he know
HP to take your HP
No matter what the page reads
I′m setting my own stage
There is no way that you can break me
I ain't afraid to pull, fire
Your situation is dire
You seen the legs
But I'm the arm of the spider
Soon as I copy
Most likely I′ll catch a body
Turn ′em to zombies
Perfect artist
I'm never sloppy
Don′t be surprised
You see the eye
I'm always watching
Making hard copies
Like papers in a teachers office
Never let the left know what the right is doing
In this case
Your death is what I′m construing
Let my replica reposition your entire condition
Bodies in the gallery
You just another addition
He, she, them
I don't really care
I just came to represent
From the bottom of the pent
Tryna to rise to the ascent
Number five in the fam
Number four in the troupe
Got a lot of things to prove
Skip third
I′ll be two
My intel tells me that it'll be true
Then break, slice
And sever the rules
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
Leave ′em winded
Die in vain
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
That does the trick
It's danger when I flip the switch
It′s game on
Bats just need a signal maker
Manipulate
Puppeteering
Pups are tearing up
I fit the plug
The current courses through them like a river does
I played too roughly
Now my toys are broken
There's noise approaching
Not a ghost this troupe has tropes of genocidal notion
Remote controller
Push your buttons
Feeling desperation
Sort of violent
Auto pilot
To your final destination
It′s another enhancer
You don't want to see me with the hands sir
My street cred there
It′s clear, I don't care
Did all of my dirt off camera
Hit a lick with the clique
We tarantulas
Hit my line better speak
With some manners
Could be holding your kids for ransom
One false move
Pakunoda will blam 'em
We the phantom
We don′t fade rookies
Seem like I don′t do shit
But hey lookie
Y'all seen how I had the primate shooky
Smoove turned his ass to a bape hoodie
Up in New York City
No A Boogie
At the auction I′m planning to take goodies
Like a bully
These kids try me like they gon' kill me
Don′t push me
Phantom Troupe
Coming in and we wage war
Whether treasure or your life we gon' take more
Scared of spiders in your house
Then we raid yours
Run on one of us?
That′s what a gang's for
Phantom Troupe coming in to control those
Who oppose us
Hunters taking low blows
Raining down like meteors with Chrollo
And you know we're about to steal the whole show
Let′s go
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
Nen pro
Fur on my coat, that′s the dress code
Flesh, bones
Leaving you wondering where did a chunk of your head go?
Head of the spiders
Divine in my providence
You cannot fight us
It's crime without punishment
Riding or die
We all frighten the populace
Bury the commoners deep
No sarcophagus
Not even Zoldycks can handle me when my flow starts
The Phantom Troupe will bring a requiem like Mozart
