Lyrics to Song 'Best Friend' by Yelawolf ft. Eminen
(Verse 1: Yelawolf)
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
(Hook: Yelawolf)
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
(Verse 2: Yelawolf)
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
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Eminem)
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 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 fit to enter
The priesthood, but at least
should
Make an attempt to show
some remorse
And then be some sort of a
repenter
For the people I’ve been a
menace to
Not a preacher, but a shit
starter and finisher
In 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
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)
Bust balls and intestines
And ain’t 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 guts
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, I’m out
Now that I got a higher power
Now with a black out power,
out is out
Like powerless, but they
crowd around
They tend to flock like
shepherds to black sheep
But I be the worst thing that
these motherfuckers ever
heard
When I’m counted out
You be D-O-A, then announced
They 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 a doctor’s at the
hospital
He could have shigy-shocked
you back to life
It’s im-piggy-possible to revive
you
That’s word to the digy-doctor
Stigy-stopping and that’s 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 strip, 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 they be waiting at the
gate
When you get sprayed up,
sending you hoes straight up
To deal with my (best friend)
(Hook)
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
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