i had to lay him out cold for my payload

i had to lay him out cold for my payload a song by Pityview on BeMusic

her lips are as sweet as maduro cigars by secre,
when the phoenix rises over the mountain, it rises high by secre,
i had to lay him out cold for my payload by secre,
wounds so fresh like the scent of a mint by secre,
burry me right next to him and feed us to the trees by secre,
if i die before you, i hope the wind takes me with it by secre,
i think she really loved me, but now she loves him more by secre,
i will always guard your side, even when i'm gone by secre,