Ain't never much of the church type But I believe in the days I walk Hell almost every night But I believe it's a Say boy, what you doin' your life With those tattoos on your Say boy, you know you'll pay the price Well, I I'll see when I head that way
To the son and holy spirit I hold you My best friend, best Let the trumpets with your appearance I can hear it My friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a friend, best friend
I know much about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Belt I put my for a woman on idle Because I got beat with my mama's But I learned from my Try to respect people for what they believing in But if you spit on my fucking And wish me Hell I wish you well send you straight up to my best friend
To the son and holy spirit I you nearest My friend, best friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can almost it My friend, best friend When you me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
God, please you arm me with the armor? To calm me there's drama like Gandhi Could have gone the way many times Could have turned Dalai with the but I squash my when things seem to be looking decent recently But don't it It's Clint Eastwood looking for peace thought Maybe no finna the priesthood But at least should make an attempt to show remorse and to be some Sorta repenter for the I've been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a starter and finisher the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper This of mine is thinner Than is when I Get so I might say somethin' back that might offend ya So if you don't like when I rap or what I to say on the mic then ya Might wanna act like quarterbacks And take a fuckin' hike I snap cause I'm a and I (Got a best friend, friend) balls and intestines And never been yes men They tell me when I'm fuckin' up the minute I'm ever it less 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 ain't my (best friend, friend) Who ya I'm talkin' 'bout? me up when I'm down and out Still look to him without a Still got a (best friend, friend) it out Like there's been a louder mouth Should have never been a mouth Now that I got a power now I blackout, power outage They powerless, but crowd around They tend to flock like shepherds, the sheep But I'll be the worst thing that these motherfuckers herd when I'm counted out You'll be D.O.A, they'll announce but pronounce you when they sound it out So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy you now all around you Not a doctor's at the hospital are gonna shiggy shock you back to life It's in possible to revive you word 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' Tupac in a suit talkin' to Proof a deuce Fill up a syllable like a re-fillable script, cock it and shoot And who you my glock that I use that I pull from to get my strength up against these haters And he'll be waiting at the gate you get sprayed up you hoes straight up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the father son and holy I you nearest My best friend, friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can hear it My best friend, best When you wish me Hell upon my soul and I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, best Ye-eah...