Rustage - Soldier Rap lyrics
[Rustage - Soldier Rap lyrics]
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 skeletons
It's my heroin
Pumping through my veins like a venom 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 skeletons
It's my heroin
Pumping through my veins like a venom 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