Ordell Robbie Jul 18, 2018

This message comes compliments of Yelawolf. You do know Yelawolf, right? Protege of Eminem? Well, get schooled old dude.....

Best Friend 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 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'mma 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 God, please could 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 finna enter The priesthood, but at least should Make an attempt to show some remorse And to be some sort of a repenter For the people I've been a menace to Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher Into 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 or 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) Plus balls and intestines And they 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 gut 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 a mouth Now that I got a higher power now when I blackout, power outage They powerless, but they crowd around They tend to flock like shepherds, the black sheep But I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard When I'm counted out You be D-O-A, they'll announce But 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 the doctors at the hospital Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life It's in-piggy-possible to revive you That's word to the diggy doc Stiggy-stopping is 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 script 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 he'll be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed up Sending you hoes straight up to deal with 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 Songwriters: Michael Atha / William Booker Washington / Matt Hayes / Luis Edgardo Resto / Marshall Mathers Best Friend lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ME Gusta Music, BMG Rights Management