Fandom: Hunter x Hunter 
Character: Chrollo

Forever set, a precious moon is lost
The others mourn him with ceremony grand
Rising up to heaven the lighting moon frost
With a melody from the mourning band
Harvest barren wine spilled
Lovers slumber beside the bloody, scarlet eyes
Though cut in half shall be your number 


Verse 1:
Whether a heist or a verse, it’s highly rehearsed
If you don’t fight me at first then I’ll politely be cursed
Use a Ben’s knife to end lives, whenever my friends fight
We use the flip of a coin to keep our heads right
A specialized crew, we victimize fools
Who drape their wrongdoings in society’s rules
We rob from the rich and head somewhere scenic 
Give it to the me cause I swear that I need it
Born in a meteors crater, not a hero or savior
Racking up favors, just to zero it later 
Put a price on my own head diversionary tactics
Battled assassins and we all did wicked backflips
No time for the devil, I’m a couple letters off
Like a mob boss’ daughter you’d be so much better off
If the power that you held was just committed to my journal
Where it can reside for all of time eternal


Hook:
Gotta see it to believe it
Open the book and read it
Tell me all your secrets
Your powers not deleted
I promise that I’ll keep it
And I’ll let you stay alive
Not quite even exchange
But we all must pay a price
Put your hand on the book
Put your life in my hands
Not a bad deal
At least from where I stand 


Verse 2:
Eight legs, twin fangs, big gang
Leave the whole town of York New in pain
With strats and tactics, my reach is near galactic
The mastermind is back and his pack is massive
Only seventh place, with respect to strength
But I come in first at accepting blame
Might sneak onto a boat to reach another continent
But at this point I’d hope the obstinance is obvious 
King of the dirt hill, the mole hill, the ant hill
When we see another bug we drop the anvil
Fight to a standstill, life is a land fill
But it’s my landfill, and the fight in me is ample
the head of this spider, no arachnid sits higher
Lack a number on my back as a status signifier
Like a cross that’s been inverted, the cause has been perverted
Associated hunters are naught but a diversion 


Hook:
Gotta see it to believe it
Open the book and read it
Tell me all your secrets
Your powers not deleted
I promise that I’ll keep it
And I’ll let you stay alive
Not quite even exchange
But we all must pay a price
Put your hand on the book
Put your life in my hands
Not a bad deal
At least from where I stand 


Verse 3:
A troupe of phantoms, that grouped at random
The type to take some eyes or a tooth for ransom
Labeled trash or refuse and then abandoned 
Luckily for all I had some agency to hand them
I forged this gang in devotions flame
Then quenched the blade in our ocean of pain
The resources we gained sparked greed uncontained
And the forces we faced are how our power was obtained 
Master of my own fate, master of my own floor
The bastard that you all hate, who settles all his own scores/
I rock two crosses which amount to options/
For saying your prayers when you count your losses/

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] - Bandit's Secret

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