Lyrics by: Pete Puentes
Antreyu, no more lieing to me in my face. No more fuckin' screwing me over. Everyone wants to know what happened in "Scythe". Well here it is, the true story.
I'm getting ready, getting all my hunting gear. Ain't using this on any dear. I asked Jesus, my right hand man on the side. So he can cheer me on when my guns light the night.
As I slowly kill her. Split second mental pics of me and her in the past. As I slowly kill her.
I tracked her down where I heard she might be staying. Sure enough the hopeless bitch was in her bed. I woke her up with an elbow hit to the face. I gently whispered to her "we have no time to waste".
I stripped her down and tied her to the canopy pole. I put my gun up her pussy and one down her throat. I asked Jesus if he's ready, he said "lock and load". I pulled the trigger and together we watched her explode.
We watched her explode.
As soon as I thought Antreyu was fully dead. Jesus looked up, smiled, and nodded his head. I rammed my cock where the bullet penetrated. Let's just say her neck was giving me head.
As I slowly kill her. Split second mental pics of me and her in the past. As I slowly kill her.
Memories of me and her. Now I'm here killing her. Memories of me and her... Memories of me and her. Now I'm outside dragging her. Memories of me and her...
We dug a hole, it's prepared. I run my fingers through her hair. I kicked her hard, she rolled in. We forgot the casket, we threw it in. We throw the dirt, and she disappears. Memories are lost, now that she is dead. Now you know how I killed my ex.
God rest her soul...
