Yelawolf ☆ Best Friend feat. Eminem

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’mma 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 could 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
lama 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
Into 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
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 giving it
less than
I’m about to vomit
and I can feel it coming
Cause failure’s something
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 talking ’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 blackout power outage
They powerless but they crowd
around
They tend to flock like shepherds
The black sheep
But I be the worst thing that
these motherfuckers ever heard
When I’m counted out
You 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
Not even the doctors at the
hospital
Are gonna shiggy shock
you back to life
It’s in piggy possible to revive
you
That’s word to the diggy doc
Stiggy stopping is not an option
Something 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 the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable
clip like a refillable script
cock and I shoot
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 waiting at the gate
when you get sprayed up
Sending 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