Soldier Rap Rustage
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Rocket launcher loaded up, it's a four clip
You'll be bloodied so bad, refused by four kids
You can't ignore this glory to the heart, it's
A war hero who'll bury your body in barnblitz
I'm on this, cap the point, bringing out the pain train
Blast it, fast hit, I'll be winning the whole game
I will shred your whole team like a pencil sharpener
Or leap into the air with my market gardener
And I am a genuine veteran
Whose only medicine is breaking these delicate skelеtons
It's my heroin, pumping through my veins like a vеnom in
My pride, my glory, I'm proud to be an American
Pump my shotgun shells, I send you straight to hell
When I enter the ring I set off alarm bells
Creating carnage in my wake like a boulder
That's why they call me the TF2 Soldier
Step it up, I'll let you rot on your death bed
Imma squash your ego like a verbal mantreads
Or anything I find in my weapon kit, need a little bit
I've shattered your pride, call it a critical hit
Shock, it's massive damage like a crocket, fuck it, I'll go roamer and pocket
And I be giving credit to any sort of medic who knows I'm the one to heal and get the uber when he pops it
I loves it, rocket jumping, you can't see me
It's easy, bouncing like a pinball machine
Bringing the barage of blasting, battering bangers to you
Say my name maggots, the king of TF2
You'll be bloodied so bad, refused by four kids
You can't ignore this glory to the heart, it's
A war hero who'll bury your body in barnblitz
I'm on this, cap the point, bringing out the pain train
Blast it, fast hit, I'll be winning the whole game
I will shred your whole team like a pencil sharpener
Or leap into the air with my market gardener
And I am a genuine veteran
Whose only medicine is breaking these delicate skelеtons
It's my heroin, pumping through my veins like a vеnom in
My pride, my glory, I'm proud to be an American
Pump my shotgun shells, I send you straight to hell
When I enter the ring I set off alarm bells
Creating carnage in my wake like a boulder
That's why they call me the TF2 Soldier
Step it up, I'll let you rot on your death bed
Imma squash your ego like a verbal mantreads
Or anything I find in my weapon kit, need a little bit
I've shattered your pride, call it a critical hit
Shock, it's massive damage like a crocket, fuck it, I'll go roamer and pocket
And I be giving credit to any sort of medic who knows I'm the one to heal and get the uber when he pops it
I loves it, rocket jumping, you can't see me
It's easy, bouncing like a pinball machine
Bringing the barage of blasting, battering bangers to you
Say my name maggots, the king of TF2
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