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SOLID HURT lyrics : "Future Freshman"

I'm an acting trigger for a chain mail bomb
That I'm guaranteed to deliver
Yet I leave more death in my wake then an earthquake

No matter the Richter
The weight I swing can't be tethered
Inadvertently profoundly severing

All who pester the mind of Old Hurt

Witness the pain in its essence I could kill with a burp

Belch hearse whelps

They know it's me, in moment its felt

Heat welds
connections
Used the same for dissections

Taken apart like Iron Giant
Cept there's no recollection


Solid's A Tyrant
Reason islands called an islands
Cause they targets

In these eye's
And none survive
Foriengers witness and wonder

Is Land?
Nay!
Obliteration

Just spitting hatred
And waiting patient


All is My Time

And I'm lazy Acing

They neck's breaking
Meaning next breaking
I'm snapping twigs

And fire making

While lines shaking

Names on the devils pages
Don't say yes!


It's no joke, and no jest
You Can't Win!
Don't protest or he'll rest

Like Asian's
On math test
It's correct

Quit spacing!

Can't contest

Spit's Perfect
Like Aizen
Hogyoku

No joke fool
no no's completion
or you'll be beaten

so stand down
or get eaten


I eat rappers
Makes Feces weak
To toy with actors


Your not a factor
I chill in silence

And come back blacker
The Master
Emcee~

Cover Page Please
Indeed


Future Freshman Level?

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