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 believe 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

God, please would you arm me with the armor?

They call me when there's drama like Gandhi

Could have gone the other way many times

Could have turned Dalai with the lama

But I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking decent

Recently, but don't jinx it

It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace

Though maybe not for the inner

The priest stood, 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 minister

Not a preacher, but a shit starter and a 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)

My butt, 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 then

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

You 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, sitting you hoes straight up

To deal with my (best friend, 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