Ain't never much of the church type But I believe in the last I walk through Hell every night But I it's a pathway Say boy, what you with your life With those tattoos on face? Say boy, you know that you'll pay the Well, I I'll see when I head that way
To the father son and spirit I hold you My friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow your appearance I can hear it My best friend, best When you wish me upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
I don't know much about Bibles But I up in the Bible Belt I put my love for a woman on Because I got beat with my mama's But I learned my mistakes Try hard to respect people for what believing in But if you on my fucking grave And me Hell then I wish you well I'mma you straight up to my best friend
To the son and holy spirit I you nearest My best friend, friend Let the trumpets blow your appearance I can hear it My friend, best friend you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a friend, best friend Yeah, I got a friend, best friend
God, please you arm me with the armor? To me when there's drama like Gandhi Could have gone the other way many Could have turned Dalai the lama but I squash my beefs when things to be looking decent recently But don't it It's like Clint Eastwood for peace thought Maybe no enta' the priesthood But at least should make an attempt to some remorse and to be some Sorta repenter for the people been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a shit starter and Enta' the mind of a skin, but a short temper patience of mine is thinner Than twine is I Get attacked so I might say somethin' back that offend ya So if you like when I rap or what I have to say on the mic then ya Might wanna act just like And take a fuckin' hike when I snap I'm a and I (Got a best friend, friend) Plus balls and And they been yes men They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up the I'm ever givin' it than I'm about to vomit and I can feel it Cause something I can barely stomach And I only listen to my So unless you're my fuckin' button Don't me nothin' You my (best friend, best friend) Who ya think I'm talkin' me up when I'm down and out Still look to him a doubt Still got a (best friend, friend) it out Like there's never been a louder have never been allowed a mouth Now I got a higher power now When I blackout, power They powerless, but they crowd They tend to flock like shepherds, the sheep But I'll be the worst thing that these motherfuckers herd when I'm counted out be D.O.A, they'll announce but pronounce you dead when they sound it out So prepare for a rival, your enemy surrounds you now He's all you Not even a at the hospital are gonna shiggy shock you back to life in piggy possible to revive you That's to the diggy doc Stiggy is not an option, somethin' I'm not gonna do I'm the Iggy-Pop of when I walk in the booth dog I'm the Like Biggie rockin' with Tupac in a suit to Proof a deuce Fill up a syllable clip like a re-fillable script, it and shoot And who you think's my glock that I use that I pull from to get my up against these haters And he'll be waiting at the gate when you get up Sendin' you hoes up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the son and holy spirit I hold you My best friend, best Let the trumpets blow your appearance I can almost it My friend, best friend you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best Ye-eah...