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Patrick Wilson
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Patrick Wilson was released on July 29, 2022 by Crimson Reaper Records as a part of the album Patrick Wilson - Single
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Release DateJuly 29, 2022
LabelCrimson Reaper Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Ryan Goldberg
Ethan Ryan Goldberg
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm Insidious like Patrick Wilson
I'm Will you his son
Not even Jaden I'm talking first one
Strangle you with a cable
You could say I get er done
When Sparkwoods lights the beat I ignite the fire son
And then like Trump I start to go and fire some
I'm my own mentor might cop me an apprentice
Crimson Reaper no need for repentance
Dad got me into rap wonder if he regrets this
Never mind fuck that
I'm flipping the script like Ed Norton
Got a girl that's hotter than coffee at Tim Hortons
Got insurance on voice, shit is very important
As a kid the doctors said something was fucked with my mind
We got this experimental study buddy
You'll turn out just fine
(Don't worry)
Looked at my mom said there's a not a fucking chance
I ain't risking my brain waves for less distractions in class
How can I compete with Harry Styles
When this motherfucker's shoes are from the skins of crocodiles
I'll bring the past back to rap
Reset your sun dials
I'll be throwing down the gavel at my own murder trial
(Ha ha ha)
Look around
All I see is green
Am I trapped in a forest?
Is my life make believe?
Oh please
We'll never understand the shit we breathe
Just lay back and fall right into the leaves
Please
I conjure the demons outta the beat
That's Patrick Wilson
Bout to put the whole game on hold
Full nelson
Mic is like the Iron Sheik
So I let the chopper speak
And dismember anyone who hears the beat
Just like I'd do to Farrakhan if I see him in streets
Squish him like a cockroach wonder what colour he bleeds
Jew hater?
Probably a chronic masterbater
I'm getting off the topic see you later hater
(Pussy)
Willy Wonka of the game
Fuck you Oompa Loompas up
I don't do it for the fame
I want my face on a teacup
And maybe a whiskey of me to sip at the bar
Do ya'll like my similes or do I take them too far
Saying life is like a lemon
Bitter or sweet
Then squirt them in your eyes until they turn to minced meat
(Ahh)
Go to sleep
Try to cancel me I'll do you one better
Crack open my window and write a suicide letter
Fuck you all
Suck my dick and I'll see you in hell
And by the way I poisoned this note
That's not flowers you smell
Anyway I'm getting sleepy now
I gotta go
Let me take you to another place I bet you'll know
Look around
All I see is green
Am I trapped in a forest?
Is my life make believe?
Oh please
We'll never understand the shit we breathe
Just lay back and fall right into the leaves please
Just lay back and fall right into the leaves please
Written by: Ethan Ryan Goldberg
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