Patrick Wil - Mercenary Lyrics

If all these boys demons then I'm f*cking John Constantine
They plan to drop music, their estate'll do it posthumously
And I've been feeling generous, was on a f*cking coffin spree
Then duck back in the shadows, my persona's an anomaly
And honestly I know that I'll be judged for my maneuvers
Where's the humor in a righteous life
Used to browse computers on the meaning of a happy life
Only thing I found was how to leave a bitch leaking like Carrie White on her Prom Night
Famished ain't the term when I carry a gluttons appetite
Carry masked up so my pockets surely be pacified
Verbalized my thoughts like I'm Ye on his first seven
Liam Neeson but I'm hunting these beats in hopes to aggress em
Golden Noose, it dress my throat like a necklace, it's self reflection
Sisters called me stranger things since eleven
I rathered Evan
I'm almighty when it comes to pressure
Left my doubts on the damn dresser
And I dress for seasons like Fran Drescher
I'm dropping bodies in damn tea kettles
I hear em whine a bit
I brand em with the heat from the metal
So they won't speak a lick
I'm chopping limbs off by the wrist and telling me get a grip
F*ck a pig, I'm crushing his chest to get him to spare a rib
Prepped to own the park like I'm Maellard's kid
I'm the perfect pick
Crashed the cart, but hopped in a Benson, watch me throw a fit
Fear inside the heart of a paper man, watch em crumble quick
Glory and success I just stumbled in, it ain't humble me
They tried to piece me into the bigger picture, it's puzzling
Force myself down the throats of the masses, somebody funnel me
And trailing right beside me is my f*cking ensemble
Hands around your necks in an engaging sesh of throttles
Jostling the blade inside your brain, I call her kindness
Pass it off to my bros for enjoyment, I'm being mindful
I'm never in awe whenever someone plays my songs and then they have it on repeat
Camel complex how I have to be accustomed to the heat
Feels like hump day when somebody ask to play you through the speaks
Feel like slumping, only thing that's going for you is the beat
Where there's a will
I'm in the way
You know my name is scribbled in the blanks
After I kill em and bury the body I skrt skrt skrt my way to the bank
Life in the margins, I fill in the page
I'm jotting my victories
Trophies dawn on me like getting epiphanies
Smell of success, I know they'll get a whiff of me
Speak under breath bout how they hate the stench of me
Imma get bloody
I'm slitting their throats
Hanging their bodies like raking a coat
Cracking their limbs like a claw on a crab and I'm sucking the marrow from out of their bones
I cast the stone, but I'm filled with sin
Ever since then I've been ripping the hymns
Heathen emerging from a sound slumber just know it ain't safe for him him or him