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'm 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
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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 no finny enter
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 starting 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
and take a f * * *n hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner
bust balls and intestines
and ain't never been yes men
They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin up
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
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
But pronounce you dead when they sound it out
So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
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