Cinnamon Apple / Who Would You Fight? / J4ck 4nd Cok3

Puddle of blood, my vision blurry.
Rain hit the wounds,
no fist of fury. Back of the gun for my thoughts,
Not thinking of this as a loss.
Life is a raffle, spin in the samples…(My fucking cinnamon apple!)
Picking up my body and I’m hit again.
Cracked in the ribs and I’m spitting chips of bone, skins ripping.
Kicking the tip of my dick,
now that’s a head rush.
Ended in a hospital, bitch stapling my head up.
We banded together soon after, I had my rebels with me. (No Skywalker)
It’s nights like that I know the devil’s in me. (No sky-walker)
A little bit darker (Go down a little farther)
…And they shall be gathered together
as prisoners are gathered in the pit… Nah.
You wanted to test me?
Well I been a specimen… You wanna bump chest with me?
I don’t do like it’s wrestling… My payback won’t
kill you… my packback will just make you end it yourself.
Down a little farther,
now it’s black (a little bit darker)…pitch black.
A little bit darker.
I just started to pray and he cried out and said,
«pray that the lord would take this out of my mind»
…and the lord took me to hell…
Imma get at you in a minute, boy.
Andale, andale, andale, andale, andale,
andale… Espirito santo cannot save you now,
I got all my compadres.
(Those my dogs) Andale, andale, I’m feeling ugly.
Imma get at at you, boy.