Best Friend

Ain't never been much of the church type
 But I believe in the last days
 I walk through hell almost every night
 But I believe it's a pathway
 Say boy, what you doin' with your life
 With those tattoos on your face?
 Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price
 Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah
 I don't know much about Holy Bibles
 But I grew up in the Bible Belt
 I put my love for a woman on idle
 Because I got beat with my mama's belt
 But I learned from my mistakes
 Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
 But if you spit on my fucking grave
 And wish me hell, then I wish you well
 I'ma send you straight up to my best friend
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah
 God, please would you arm me with the armor
 To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?
 Could have gone the other way, many times
 Could have turned Dalai with the llama, but I squashed my beefs
 And things seem to be looking decent
 Recently, but don't jinx it
 It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace though
 Maybe not finna enter the priesthood
 But at least should make an attempt
 To show some remorse and to be some sort of a repenter
 For the people, I've been a menace to
 Not a preacher but a shit starter and finisher
 Enter the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper
 This patience of mine is thinner
 Than twine is when I get attacked
 So I might say something back that might offend you
 So if you don't like when I rap or
 What I have to say on the mic, then you
 Might wanna act just like quarterbacks
 And take a fuckin' hike when I snap 'cause I'm a sinner
 And I (I got a best friend, best friend)
 Plus balls and intestines
 And they never been yes, men
 They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up
 The minute I'm ever givin' it less than
 I'm about to vomit, and I can feel it comin'
 'Cause failure's somethin' I can barely stomach
 And I only listen to my gut
 So unless you're my fuckin' belly button, don't tell me nothin'
 You ain't my (best friend, best friend)
 Who you think I'm talkin' 'bout?
 Lifts me up when I'm down and out
 Still look to him without a doubt
 Still got a (best friend, best friend)
 Shout it out, like there's never been a louder mouth
 Should have never been allowed a mouth
 Now that I got a higher power
 Now when I black out, power outage (oww!)
 They powerless, but they crowd around
 They tend to flock like shepherds
 The black sheep, but I'll be the worst thing
 That these motherfuckers ever heard when I'm counted out
 You'll be D-O-A, they'll announce
 But pronounce you dead when they sound it out
 So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
 He's all around you (blaow!)
 Not even the doctors at the hospital
 Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life
 It's im-piggy-possible to revive you
 That's word to the Diggy Doc
 Stiggy-stoppin' is not an option, somethin' I'm not gonna do
 I'm the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
 Dawg, I'm the truth, like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in a suit
 Talkin' to Proof droppin' a deuce
 Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock it and shoot
 And who you think's my Glock that I use?
 That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
 And he'll be waitin' at the gate when you get sprayed up
 Sendin' you hoes straight up to deal with my (best friend)
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah
 
 Ain't never been much of the church type
 But I believe in the last days
 I walk through hell almost every night
 But I believe it's a pathway
 Say boy, what you doin' with your life
 With those tattoos on your face?
 Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price
 Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah
 I don't know much about Holy Bibles
 But I grew up in the Bible Belt
 I put my love for a woman on idle
 Because I got beat with my mama's belt
 But I learned from my mistakes
 Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
 But if you spit on my fucking grave
 And wish me hell, then I wish you well
 I'ma send you straight up to my best friend
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah
 God, please would you arm me with the armor
 To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?
 Could have gone the other way, many times
 Could have turned Dalai with the llama, but I squashed my beefs
 And things seem to be looking decent
 Recently, but don't jinx it
 It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace though
 Maybe not finna enter the priesthood
 But at least should make an attempt
 To show some remorse and to be some sort of a repenter
 For the people, I've been a menace to
 Not a preacher but a shit starter and finisher
 Enter the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper
 This patience of mine is thinner
 Than twine is when I get attacked
 So I might say something back that might offend you
 So if you don't like when I rap or
 What I have to say on the mic, then you
 Might wanna act just like quarterbacks
 And take a fuckin' hike when I snap 'cause I'm a sinner
 And I (I got a best friend, best friend)
 Plus balls and intestines
 And they never been yes, men
 They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up
 The minute I'm ever givin' it less than
 I'm about to vomit, and I can feel it comin'
 'Cause failure's somethin' I can barely stomach
 And I only listen to my gut
 So unless you're my fuckin' belly button, don't tell me nothin'
 You ain't my (best friend, best friend)
 Who you think I'm talkin' 'bout?
 Lifts me up when I'm down and out
 Still look to him without a doubt
 Still got a (best friend, best friend)
 Shout it out, like there's never been a louder mouth
 Should have never been allowed a mouth
 Now that I got a higher power
 Now when I black out, power outage (oww!)
 They powerless, but they crowd around
 They tend to flock like shepherds
 The black sheep, but I'll be the worst thing
 That these motherfuckers ever heard when I'm counted out
 You'll be D-O-A, they'll announce
 But pronounce you dead when they sound it out
 So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
 He's all around you (blaow!)
 Not even the doctors at the hospital
 Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life
 It's im-piggy-possible to revive you
 That's word to the Diggy Doc
 Stiggy-stoppin' is not an option, somethin' I'm not gonna do
 I'm the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
 Dawg, I'm the truth, like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in a suit
 Talkin' to Proof droppin' a deuce
 Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock it and shoot
 And who you think's my Glock that I use?
 That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
 And he'll be waitin' at the gate when you get sprayed up
 Sendin' you hoes straight up to deal with my (best friend)
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah
 
 Ain't never been much of the church type
 But I believe in the last days
 I walk through hell almost every night
 But I believe it's a pathway
 Say boy, what you doin' with your life
 With those tattoos on your face?
 Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price
 Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah
 I don't know much about Holy Bibles
 But I grew up in the Bible Belt
 I put my love for a woman on idle
 Because I got beat with my mama's belt
 But I learned from my mistakes
 Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
 But if you spit on my fucking grave
 And wish me hell, then I wish you well
 I'ma send you straight up to my best friend
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah
 God, please would you arm me with the armor
 To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?
 Could have gone the other way, many times
 Could have turned Dalai with the llama, but I squashed my beefs
 And things seem to be looking decent
 Recently, but don't jinx it
 It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace though
 Maybe not finna enter the priesthood
 But at least should make an attempt
 To show some remorse and to be some sort of a repenter
 For the people, I've been a menace to
 Not a preacher but a shit starter and finisher
 Enter the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper
 This patience of mine is thinner
 Than twine is when I get attacked
 So I might say something back that might offend you
 So if you don't like when I rap or
 What I have to say on the mic, then you
 Might wanna act just like quarterbacks
 And take a fuckin' hike when I snap 'cause I'm a sinner
 And I (I got a best friend, best friend)
 Plus balls and intestines
 And they never been yes, men
 They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up
 The minute I'm ever givin' it less than
 I'm about to vomit, and I can feel it comin'
 'Cause failure's somethin' I can barely stomach
 And I only listen to my gut
 So unless you're my fuckin' belly button, don't tell me nothin'
 You ain't my (best friend, best friend)
 Who you think I'm talkin' 'bout?
 Lifts me up when I'm down and out
 Still look to him without a doubt
 Still got a (best friend, best friend)
 Shout it out, like there's never been a louder mouth
 Should have never been allowed a mouth
 Now that I got a higher power
 Now when I black out, power outage (oww!)
 They powerless, but they crowd around
 They tend to flock like shepherds
 The black sheep, but I'll be the worst thing
 That these motherfuckers ever heard when I'm counted out
 You'll be D-O-A, they'll announce
 But pronounce you dead when they sound it out
 So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
 He's all around you (blaow!)
 Not even the doctors at the hospital
 Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life
 It's im-piggy-possible to revive you
 That's word to the Diggy Doc
 Stiggy-stoppin' is not an option, somethin' I'm not gonna do
 I'm the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
 Dawg, I'm the truth, like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in a suit
 Talkin' to Proof droppin' a deuce
 Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock it and shoot
 And who you think's my Glock that I use?
 That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
 And he'll be waitin' at the gate when you get sprayed up
 Sendin' you hoes straight up to deal with my (best friend)
 To The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
 I hold you nearest
 My best friend, best friend
 Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
 I can almost hear it
 My best friend, best friend
 When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit
 Behold these lyrics
 I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend
 Yeah