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Ain't never been much of the church typeBut I believe in the last daysI walk through Hell almost every nightBut I believe it's a pathwaySay boy, what you doin' with your lifeWith those tattoos on your face?Say boy, you know that you'll pay the priceWell, I guess I'll see when I head that wayTo the Father, Son and Holy SpiritI hold You nearestMy best friend, best friendLet the trumpets blow with Your appearanceI can almost hear itMy best friend, best friendWhen you wish me Hell upon my soul and spiritBehold these lyricsI got a best friend, best friendYeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeahI don't know much about Holy BiblesBut I grew up in the Bible BeltI put my love for a woman on idleBecause I got beat with my mama's beltBut I learned from my mistakesTry hard to respect people for what they believing inLetras de cancionesBut if you spit on my fucking graveAnd wish me Hell then I wish you wellI'mma send you straight up to my best friendTo the Father, Son and Holy SpiritI hold You nearestMy best friend, best friendLet the trumpets blow with Your appearanceI can almost hear itMy best friend, best friendWhen you wish me Hell upon my soul and spiritBehold these lyricsI got a best friend, best friendYeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeahGod, please could you arm me with the armorTo calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?Could have gone the other way many timesCould have turned Dalai with the lamaBut I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decentRecently, but don't jinx itIt's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace thoughMaybe not finna enterThe priesthood, but at least shouldMake an attempt to show some remorseAnd to be some sort of a repenterFor the people I've been a menace toNot a preacher, but a shit starter and finisherInto the mind of a thick skin, but a short temperThis patience of mine is thinnerThan twine is when I get attackedSo I might say something back that might offend youSo if you don't like when I rapOr what I have to say on the mic then youMight wanna act just like quarterbacksAnd take a fuckin' hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner(I got a best friend, best friend)Plus balls and intestinesAnd they never been yes menThey gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' upThe minute I'm ever giving it less thanI'm about to vomit and I can feel it comingCause failure's something I can barely stomachAnd I only listen to my gutSo unless you're my fuckin' belly buttonDon'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 outStill look to him without a doubtStill got a (best friend, best friend)Shout it out like there's never been a louder mouthShould have never been allowed a mouthNow that I got a higher powerNow when I blackout, power outageThey powerless, but they crowd aroundThey tend to flock like shepherdsThe black sheepBut I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heardWhen I'm counted outYou be D-O-A, they'll announceBut pronounce you dead when they sound it outSo prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you nowHe's all around youNot even the doctors at the hospitalAre gonna shiggy-shock you back to lifeIt's im-piggy-possible to revive youThat's word to the diggy docStiggy-stopping is not an optionSomething I'm not gonna doI'm the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the boothDawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suitTalking to Proof dropping a deuceFill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock and I shootWho you think's my Glock that I use?That I pull from to get my strength up against these hatersAnd he'll be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed upSending you hoes straight up to deal with my (best friend)To the Father, Son and Holy SpiritI hold You nearestMy best friend, best friendLet the trumpets blow with Your appearanceI can almost hear itMy best friend, best friendWhen you wish me Hell upon my soul and spiritBehold these lyricsI got a best friend, best friendYeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah From Letras Mania